When I am old, and comforted,
And done with this desire,
With Memory to share my bed
And Peace to share my fire,
I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands
Beneath my laundered cap,
And watch my cool and fragile hands
Lie light upon my lap.
And I will have a sprigged gown
With lace to kiss my throat;
I'll draw my curtain to the town,
And hum a purring note.
And I'll forget the way of tears,
And rock, and stir my tea.
But oh, I wish those blessed years
Were further than they be!
Appropriate title, witty humor but weighty wisdom here.
What a beautiful poem about aging and loss. I think Ms Parker must be every man's poet for I have yet to find any emotion she ever portrayed that did not match my own...
Congrats for being chosen as The Modern Poet Of The Day, to the descents of Dorothy
Such a most beautiful poem about being old. This poem is truly unique! It starts immediately with the title AFTERNOON, this is meant metaphorically, afternoon and not morning, we KNOW that the poetess is not really old yet, just read the last stanza
And I'll forget the way of tears, And rock, and stir my tea. But oh, I wish those blessed years Were further than they be! . Oh, sweet lovely Dorothy, how cutest are thy words be.5 Stars full. Truly loveliest words ever said
THREE: Great Congratulations for the family and offspring of the honorable Dorothy Parker. For the vote a myriad of 10's. This is truly a true POEM, serious and yet I am laughing sardonically in the end, because of her subtile humor. Genius! Thank you so much Poem Hunter Team to have chosen this as TCPOTD.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You'll find this lovely poem is more meaningful when you've reached 85, as I have.