There 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."
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