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Dorothy Parker (22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)
A Certain Lady
Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.
When you rehearse your list of loves to me,
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
The thousand little deaths my heart has died.
And you believe, so well I know my part,
That I am gay as morning, light as snow,
And all the straining things within my heart
You'll never know.
Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,
And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, --
Of ladies delicately indiscreet,
Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.
And you are pleased with me, and strive anew
To sing me sagas of your late delights.
Thus do you want me -- marveling, gay, and true,
Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.
And when, in search of novelty, you stray,
Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go ....
And what goes on, my love, while you're away,
You'll never know.
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I like the phrase drink your rushing words with eager lips. The protagonist is communicating her desire, her thirst for his attention. The phrase trace your brow with tutored fingertips makes me wonder how intimate her relationship is with this other person. Are they lovers of some sort? But the last line shows that this lack of consideration is a two way street: when he's away she might be having some adventures of her own.
absolutely love this poem. Here Dorothy leaves you in limbo of her thoughts. I picture a mischievous smile.
I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH THIS POEM, AND SO WITH THE POETESS.
THIS POEM REMINDS ME OF MY COLLEGE DAYS WHEN I USED TO SHARE THE STORIES OF MY CRUSHES WITH MY FRIEND. HE USED TO LAUGH AT MY NAUGHTY ADVENTURES, BUT INSIDE HE USED TO SHED BLOOD TEARS. I RUINED HIS EMOTIONS. I WAS OBLIVIOUS. I NEVER REALIZED THAT HE LOVED ME MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE.
THE DAY WHEN HE CONFESSED HIS LOVE, IT WAS TOO LATE.............
I LOST HIM. HE LEFT THIS WORLD.
I AM ABOUT TO CRY!
I DNT HAV WORDZ. WUD JUST SAY,
DORTHY, YO ARE AMAZING!
This is a poetic feeling expressed about the beautiful lady that is to be your very own. Words can run marvellously from the lips, and thoughts can be contrived after much meaningful talk. It is straightforward in its look, with relevant words according to the aim of a woman. Listening from this woman has collected a great deal of knowledge too eager for people in general.
In the space of two stanzas a great schism has been revealed. It must be resolved. Pleasing is the sense of this poem, as a poem about love and passion. It is like an exposure of woman’s thinking, and what the thoughts are in their appearance. Indeed, the whole poem is rather gay and complimenting.
My heart aches for the women I have loved, and those to come. Alcohol clouds my mind at this time. There is an emptiness, I am always searching, learning and not understanding. Yet, there is still hope. My hands yearn to touch the face of one I haven't met... Save me from myself, I am love.