written by Dorothy ParkerThere was a rose that faded young;
I saw its shattered beauty hung
Upon a broken stem.
I heard them say, "What need to care
With roses budding everywhere?"
I did not answer them.
There was a bird, brought down to die;
They said, "A hundred fill the sky-
What reason to be sad?"
There was a girl, whose lover fled;
I did not wait, the while they said,
"There's many another lad."
Dorothy Parker
written by Dorothy Parker, published on Thu 10.08.2009 at 08:19
Oh, there once was a lady, and so I've been told,
Whose lover grew weary, whose lover grew cold.
written by Dorothy Parker, published on Sat 09.05.2009 at 00:09
Maidens, gather not the yew,
Leave the glossy myrtle sleeping;
Any lad was born untrue,
Never a one is fit your weeping.
written by Dorothy Parker, published on Wed 09.02.2009 at 05:36
Should they whisper false of you.
Never trouble to deny;
Should the words they say be true,
Weep and storm and swear they lie.
written by Dorothy Parker, published on Fri 08.28.2009 at 15:44
I was seventy-seven, come August,
I shall shortly be losing my bloom;
I've experienced zephyr and raw gust
written by Dorothy Parker, published on Thu 08.27.2009 at 19:15
The bird that feeds from off my palm
Is sleek, affectionate, and calm,
But double, to me, is worth the thrush
written by Dorothy Parker, published on Thu 08.13.2009 at 09:45
Now this must be the sweetest place
From here to heaven's end;
The field is white and flowering lace,