Dorothy Parker

(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

Afternoon - Poem by Dorothy Parker

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!


Comments about Afternoon by Dorothy Parker

  • Silver Star - 3,303 Points John Richter (10/21/2014 2:39:00 PM)

    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... (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 14,135 Points * Sunprincess * (3/14/2014 7:50:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Bhanu Padmo (8/15/2012 12:38:00 PM)

    simple, lucid and emotive. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,349 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (12/29/2009 8:42:00 AM)

    Appropriate title, witty humor but weighty wisdom here. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Dale Ziegler (9/28/2009 8:37:00 PM)

    You'll find this lovely poem is more meaningful when you've reached 85, as I have. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Derya T. Samsa (1/8/2009 11:03:00 AM)

    How beautifully cruel. Like a dark grin. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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