Learn More

Dorothy Parker

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

Autumn Valentine


In May my heart was breaking-
Oh, wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking,
And sore it split in sleep.

And when it came November,
I sought my heart, and sighed,
"Poor thing, do you remember?"
"What heart was that?" it cried.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Do you like this poem?
5 person liked.
1 person did not like.

Read poems about / on: remember, sleep, valentine, heart, autumn, wind

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Autumn Valentine by Dorothy Parker )

Enter the verification code :

  • Rookie - 644 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (6/29/2009 7:09:00 AM)

    Extreme pain causes amnesia, even for hearts. Like that of soldiers traumatized by war.
    Ms. Parker does a great job at creativity here, with the last line as a surprise. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Donna Golding (6/24/2008 10:48:00 AM)

    'What heart was that, it cried'...the heart in question, the author's, is oblivious to its past. Pain and time has altered its state. The memory that was so painful has been forgotten, or lat least, suppressed. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Gaurav Mittal (7/7/2007 3:56:00 PM)

    I have not understood the last line - ' 'What heart was that? ' it cried. '. Can somebody please explain it to me. (Report) Reply

Read all 3 comments »

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  2. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  3. A Child's Christmas in Wales, Dylan Thomas
  4. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  5. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  6. No Man Is An Island, John Donne
  7. Alone And Drinking Under The Moon, Li Po
  8. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  9. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  10. And Death Shall Have No Dominion, Dylan Thomas

Poem of the Day

poet Li Po

Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection
and mine in the wine cup, just
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

poet Marvin Brato Sr

New Poems

  1. Two hands to kill, hasmukh amathalal
  2. With few bucks, hasmukh amathalal
  3. Nature's love and hate song, Anu Shraddha
  4. Humanity in person, hasmukh amathalal
  5. Perfect Union, Anu Shraddha
  6. Dafur crisis, Lubinda Lubinda
  7. Boy vs girl, Mark Heathcote
  8. remplaçable, Lubinda Lubinda
  9. Human Nature, Merton Lee
  10. Those Moments Of Weakness لحظات الضعف هذه, MOHAMMAD SKATI
[Hata Bildir]