Coda Poem by Dorothy Parker

Coda

Rating: 3.6


There's little in taking or giving,
There's little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living
Was never a project of mine.
Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
The gain of the one at the top,
For art is a form of catharsis,
And love is a permanent flop,
And work is the province of cattle,
And rest's for a clam in a shell,
So I'm thinking of throwing the battle-
Would you kindly direct me to hell?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Carol Constantino 23 April 2012

Yes, this poem is one that brings a smile to my face. I like her description of love as a permanent flop.

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Cynthia Buhain-baello 29 December 2009

Ms. Parker's style always give me a smile, brisk, cutting, and definitely remarkable.

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Brittanie Thornton 15 April 2009

This made me smile. I like the ending very much.

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