Poésies de Dorothy Parker

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  • A Certain Lady

    Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
    And drink your rushing words with eager lips,

  • A Dream Lies Dead

    A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
    Before this place, and turn away your eyes,

  • A Fairly Sad Tale

    I think that I shall never know
    Why I am thus, and I am so.
    Around me, other girls inspire
    In men the rush and roar of fire,

  • A Pig's-Eye View Of Literature

    The Lives and Times of John Keats,
    Percy Bysshe Shelley, and
    George Gordon Noel, Lord Byron
    Byron and Shelley and Keats

  • A Portrait

    Because my love is quick to come and go-
    A little here, and then a little there-
    What use are any words of mine to swear

  • A Very Short Song

    Once, when I was young and true,
    Someone left me sad-
    Broke my brittle heart in two;
    And that is very bad.

  • A Well-Worn Story

    In April, in April,
    My one love came along,
    And I ran the slope of my high hill
    To follow a thread of song.

  • After Spanish Proverb

    Oh, mercifullest one of all,
    Oh, generous as dear,
    None lived so lowly, none so small,
    Thou couldst withhold thy tear:

  • Afternoon

    When I am old, and comforted,
    And done with this desire,
    With Memory to share my bed
    And Peace to share my fire,

  • Alexandre Dumas And His Son

    Although I work, and seldom cease,
    At Dumas pere and Dumas fils,
    Alas, I cannot make me care
    For Dumas fils and Dumas pere.

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B

  • Ballade at Thirty-five

    This, no song of an ingénue,
    This, no ballad of innocence;
    This, the rhyme of a lady who
    Followed ever her natural bents.

  • Ballade Of A Great Weariness

    There's little to have but the things I had,
    There's little to bear but the things I bore.

  • Ballade Of A Talked-Off Ear

    Daily I listen to wonder and woe,
    Nightly I hearken to knave or to ace,
    Telling me stories of lava and snow,

  • Ballade of Unfortunate Mammals

    Love is sharper than stones or sticks;
    Lone as the sea, and deeper blue;
    Loud in the night as a clock that ticks;

  • Bohemia

    Authors and actors and artists and such
    Never know nothing, and never know much.

  • Braggart

    The days will rally, wreathing
    Their crazy tarantelle;
    And you must go on breathing,
    But I'll be safe in hell.

  • Bric-a-Brac

    Little things that no one needs --
    Little things to joke about --
    Little landscapes, done in beads.
    Little morals, woven out,

  • But Not Forgotten

    I think, no matter where you stray,
    That I shall go with you a way.
    Though you may wander sweeter lands,

C

  • Chant For Dark Hours

    Some men, some men
    Cannot pass a
    Book shop.
    (Lady, make your mind up, and wait your life away.)
    Some men, some men

  • Charles Dickens

    Who call him spurious and shoddy
    Shall do it o'er my lifeless body.
    I heartily invite such birds

  • Cherry White

    I never see that prettiest thing-
    A cherry bough gone white with Spring-
    But what I think, "How gay 'twould be

  • Coda

    There's little in taking or giving,
    There's little in water or wine;
    This living, this living, this living

  • Comment

    Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
    A medley of extemporanea;
    And love is a thing that can never go wrong;

  • Condolence

    They hurried here, as soon as you had died,
    Their faces damp with haste and sympathy,

  • Convalescent

    How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping?
    Love has run and left me, oh, what then?

D

  • D.G. Rossetti

    Dante Gabriel Rossetti
    Buried all of his libretti,
    Thought the matter over - then
    Went and dug them up again.

  • D.G.Rossetti

    Dante Gabriel Rossetti
    Buried all of his libretti,
    Thought the matter over - then
    Went and dug them up again.

  • Daylight Saving

    My answers are inadequate
    To those demanding day and date
    And ever set a tiny shock
    Through strangers asking what's o'clock;

  • De Profundis

    Oh, is it, then, Utopian
    To hope that I may meet a man
    Who'll not relate, in accents suave,
    The tales of girls he used to have?

  • Dilemma

    If I were mild, and I were sweet,
    And laid my heart before your feet,
    And took my dearest thoughts to you,

  • Distance

    Were you to cross the world, my dear,
    To work or love or fight,
    I could be calm and wistful here,
    And close my eyes at night.

E

  • Epitaph

    The first time I died, I walked my ways;
    I followed the file of limping days.
    I held me tall, with my head flung up,

  • Epitaph for a Darling Lady

    All her hours were yellow sands,
    Blown in foolish whorls and tassels;
    Slipping warmly through her hands;

  • Experience

    Some men break your heart in two,
    Some men fawn and flatter,
    Some men never look at you;
    And that cleans up the matter.

F

  • Fable

    Oh, there once was a lady, and so I've been told,
    Whose lover grew weary, whose lover grew cold.

  • Fair Weather

    This level reach of blue is not my sea;
    Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun,
    Whose quiet ripples meet obediently

  • Faute De Mieux

    Travel, trouble, music, art,
    A kiss, a frock, a rhyme-
    I never said they feed my heart,
    But still they pass my time.

  • Fighting Words

    Say my love is easy had,
    Say I'm bitten raw with pride,
    Say I am too often sad-
    Still behold me at your side.

  • Finis

    Now it's over, and now it's done;
    Why does everything look the same?
    Just as bright, the unheeding sun, --

  • For A Favorite Granddaughter

    Never love a simple lad,
    Guard against a wise,
    Shun a timid youth and sad,
    Hide from haunted eyes.

  • For A Lady Who Must Write Verse

    Unto seventy years and seven,
    Hide your double birthright well-
    You, that are the brat of Heaven
    And the pampered heir to Hell.

  • For A Sad Lady

    And let her loves, when she is dead,
    Write this above her bones:
    "No more she lives to give us bread

  • For An Unknown Lady

    Lady, if you'd slumber sound,
    Keep your eyes upon the ground.
    If you'd toss and turn at night,

  • From A Letter From Lesbia

    ... So, praise the gods, Catullus is away!
    And let me tend you this advice, my dear:
    Take any lover that you will, or may,

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G

  • Garden-Spot

    God's acre was her garden-spot, she said;
    She sat there often, of the Summer days,
    Little and slim and sweet, among the dead,

  • George Gissing

    When I admit neglect of Gissing,
    They say I don't know what I'm missing.
    Until their arguments are subtler,

  • George Sand

    What time the gifted lady took
    Away from paper, pen, and book,
    She spent in amorous dalliance

  • Godmother

    The day that I was christened-
    It's a hundred years, and more!-
    A hag came and listened
    At the white church door,

  • Godspeed

    Oh, seek, my love, your newer way;
    I'll not be left in sorrow.
    So long as I have yesterday,
    Go take your damned tomorrow!

  • Guinevere at Her Fireside

    A nobler king had never breath-
    I say it now, and said it then.
    Who weds with such is wed till death

H

  • Harriet Beecher Stowe

    The pure and worthy Mrs. Stowe
    Is one we all are proud to know
    As mother, wife, and authoress-

  • Healed

    Oh, when I flung my heart away,
    The year was at its fall.
    I saw my dear, the other day,
    Beside a flowering wall;

  • Hearthside

    Half across the world from me
    Lie the lands I'll never see-
    I, whose longing lives and dies
    Where a ship has sailed away;

I

  • I Know I Have Been Happiest

    I know I have been happiest at your side;
    But what is done, is done, and all's to be.
    And small the good, to linger dolefully-

  • I Shall Come Back

    I shall come back without fanfaronade
    Of wailing wind and graveyard panoply;
    But, trembling, slip from cool Eternity-

  • Incurable

    And if my heart be scarred and burned,
    The safer, I, for all I learned;
    The calmer, I, to see it true

  • Indian Summer

    In youth, it was a way I had
    To do my best to please,
    And change, with every passing lad,
    To suit his theories.

  • Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom

    Daily dawns another day;
    I must up, to make my way.
    Though I dress and drink and eat,
    Move my fingers and my feet,

  • Interior

    Her mind lives in a quiet room,
    A narrow room, and tall,
    With pretty lamps to quench the gloom
    And mottoes on the wall.

  • Interview

    The ladies men admire, I've heard,
    Would shudder at a wicked word.
    Their candle gives a single light;

  • Inventory

    Four be the things I am wiser to know:
    Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
    Four be the things I?d been better without:

  • Iseult Of Brittany

    So delicate my hands, and long,
    They might have been my pride.
    And there were those to make them song

L

  • Landscape

    Now this must be the sweetest place
    From here to heaven's end;
    The field is white and flowering lace,

  • Liebestod

    When I was bold, when I was bold-
    And that's a hundred years!-
    Oh, never I thought my breast could hold

  • Light Of Love

    Joy stayed with me a night --
    Young and free and fair --
    And in the morning light
    He left me there.
    Then Sorrow came to stay,

  • Lines On Reading Too Many Poets

    Roses, rooted warm in earth,
    Bud in rhyme, another age;
    Lilies know a ghostly birth
    Strewn along a patterned page;

  • Little Words

    When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf,
    Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds;

  • Love Song

    My own dear love, he is strong and bold
    And he cares not what comes after.
    His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,

  • Lullaby

    Sleep, pretty lady, the night is enfolding you;
    Drift, and so lightly, on crystalline streams.

M

  • Men

    They hail you as their morning star
    Because you are the way you are.
    If you return the sentiment,

  • Midnight

    The stars are soft as flowers, and as near;
    The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun;

  • Mortal Enemy

    Let another cross his way-
    She's the one will do the weeping!
    Little need I fear he'll stray
    Since I have his heart in keeping-

  • My Own

    Then let them point my every tear,
    And let them mock and moan;
    Another week, another year,
    And I'll be with my own

N

  • Neither Bloody Nor Bowed

    They say of me, and so they should,
    It's doubtful if I come to good.
    I see acquaintances and friends
    Accumulating dividends,

  • News Item

    Men seldom make passes
    At girls who wear glasses.

  • Ninon De Lenclos, On Her Last Birthday

    So let me have the rouge again,
    And comb my hair the curly way.
    The poor young men, the dear young men

  • Nocturne

    Always I knew that it could not last
    (Gathering clouds, and the snowflakes flying),
    Now it is part of the golden past

  • Now At Liberty

    Little white love, your way you've taken;
    Now I am left alone, alone.
    Little white love, my heart's forsaken.

O

  • Observation

    If I don't drive around the park,
    I'm pretty sure to make my mark.
    If I'm in bed each night by ten,

  • Of a Woman, Dead Young

    If she had been beautiful, even,
    Or wiser than women about her,
    Or had moved with a certain defiance;

  • On Being A Woman

    Why is it, when I am in Rome,
    I'd give an eye to be at home,
    But when on native earth I be,
    My soul is sick for Italy?

  • On Cheating The Fiddler

    "Then we will have tonight!" we said.
    "Tomorrow- may we not be dead?"
    The morrow touched our eyes, and found

  • One Perfect Rose

    A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
    All tenderly his messenger he chose;
    Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet -

  • Ornithology For Beginners

    The bird that feeds from off my palm
    Is sleek, affectionate, and calm,
    But double, to me, is worth the thrush

  • Oscar Wilde

    If, with the literate, I am
    Impelled to try an epigram,
    I never seek to take the credit;
    We all assume that Oscar said it.

P

  • Parable For A Certain Virgin

    Oh, ponder, friend, the porcupine;
    Refresh your recollection,
    And sit a moment, to define
    His means of self-protection.

  • Partial Comfort

    Whose love is given over-well
    Shall look on Helen's face in hell,
    Whilst those whose love is thin and wise

  • Paths

    I shall tread, another year,
    Ways I walked with Grief,
    Past the dry, ungarnered ear
    And the brittle leaf.

  • Pattern

    Leave me to my lonely pillow.
    Go, and take your silly posies
    Who has vowed to wear the willow

  • Penelope

    In the pathway of the sun,
    In the footsteps of the breeze,
    Where the world and sky are one,
    He shall ride the silver seas,

  • Philosophy

    If I should labor through daylight and dark,
    Consecrate, valorous, serious, true,
    Then on the world I may blazon my mark;

  • Plea

    Secrets, you said, would hold us two apart;
    You'd have me know of you your least transgression,

  • Portrait of the Artist

    Oh, lead me to a quiet cell
    Where never footfall rankles,
    And bar the window passing well,
    And gyve my wrists and ankles.

  • Post-Graduate

    Hope it was that tutored me,
    And Love that taught me more;
    And now I learn at Sorrow's knee
    The self-same lore.

  • Pour Prendre Conge

    I'm sick of embarking in dories
    Upon an emotional sea.
    I'm wearied of playing Dolores
    (A role never written for me).

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R

  • Recurrence

    We shall have our little day.
    Take my hand and travel still
    Round and round the little way,
    Up and down the little hill.

  • Renunciation

    Chloe's hair, no doubt, was brighter;
    Lydia's mouth more sweetly sad;
    Hebe's arms were rather whiter;

  • Requiescat

    Tonight my love is sleeping cold
    Where none may see and none shall pass.
    The daisies quicken in the mold,

  • Resumé

    Razors pain you;
    Rivers are damp;
    Acids stain you;
    And drugs cause cramp.
    Guns aren't lawful;
    Nooses give;
    Gas smells awful;

  • Reuben's Children

    Accursed from their birth they be
    Who seek to find monogamy,
    Pursuing it from bed to bed-
    I think they would be better dead.

  • Rhyme Against Living

    If wild my breast and sore my pride,
    I bask in dreams of suicide;
    If cool my heart and high my head,

  • Rondeau Redoublé

    [and scarcely worth the trouble, at that]
    The same to me are somber days and gay.

  • Roundel

    She's passing fair; but so demure is she,
    So quiet is her gown, so smooth her hair,
    That few there are who note her and agree

  • Résumé

    Razors pain you;
    Rivers are damp;
    Acids stain you;
    And drugs cause cramp.
    Guns aren't lawful;
    Nooses give;
    Gas smells awful;

S

  • "Star Light, Star Bright--"

    Star, that gives a gracious dole,
    What am I to choose?
    Oh, will it be a shriven soul,
    Or little buckled shoes?

  • Salome's Dancing-Lesson

    She that begs a little boon
    (Heel and toe! Heel and toe!)
    Little gets- and nothing, soon.
    (No, no, no! No, no, no!)

  • Sanctuary

    My land is bare of chattering folk;
    The clouds are low along the ridges,
    And sweet's the air with curly smoke

  • Second Love

    "So surely is she mine," you say, and turn
    Your quick and steady mind to harder things-

  • Sight

    Unseemly are the open eyes
    That watch the midnight sheep,
    That look upon the secret skies
    Nor close, abashed, in sleep;

  • Social Note

    Lady, lady, should you meet
    One whose ways are all discreet,
    One who murmurs that his wife
    Is the lodestar of his life,

  • Solace

    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

  • Somebody's Song

    This is what I vow;
    He shall have my heart to keep,
    Sweetly will we stir and sleep,
    All the years, as now.

  • Song in a Minor Key

    There's a place I know where the birds swing low,
    And wayward vines go roaming,
    Where the lilacs nod, and a marble god

  • Song Of One Of The Girls

    Here in my heart I am Helen;
    I'm Aspasia and Hero, at least.
    I'm Judith, and Jael, and Madame de Stael;

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T

  • Temps Perdu

    I never may turn the loop of a road
    Where sudden, ahead, the sea is Iying,
    But my heart drags down with an ancient load-

  • Testament

    Oh, let it be a night of lyric rain
    And singing breezes, when my bell is tolled.
    I have so loved the rain that I would hold

  • The Apple Tree

    When first we saw the apple tree
    The boughs were dark and straight,
    But never grief to give had we,

  • The Burned Child

    Love has had his way with me.
    This my heart is torn and maimed
    Since he took his play with me.
    Cruel well the bow-boy aimed,

  • The Choice

    He'd have given me rolling lands,
    Houses of marble, and billowing farms,
    Pearls, to trickle between my hands,

  • The Danger Of Writing Defiant Verse

    And now I have another lad!
    No longer need you tell
    How all my nights are slow and sad
    For loving you too well.

  • The Dark Girl's Rhyme

    Who was there had seen us
    Wouldn't bid him run?
    Heavy lay between us
    All our sires had done.
    There he was, a-springing

  • The Dramatists

    A string of shiny days we had,
    A spotless sky, a yellow sun;
    And neither you nor I was sad
    When that was through and done.

  • The False Friends

    They laid their hands upon my head,
    They stroked my cheek and brow;
    And time could heal a hurt, they said,

  • The Flaw In Paganism

    Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
    Love, the reeling midnight through,
    For tomorrow we shall die!
    (But, alas, we never do.)

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  • Ultimatum

    I'm wearied of wearying love, my friend,
    Of worry and strain and doubt;
    Before we begin, let us view the end,

  • Unfortunate Coincidence

    By the time you swear you're his,
    Shivering and sighing,
    And he vows his passion is
    Infinite, undying -

V

  • Vers Demode

    For one, the amaryllis and the rose;
    The poppy, sweet as never lilies are;
    The ripen'd vine, that beckons as it blows;

  • Verse For a Certain Dog

    Such glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes,
    Dear little friend of mine, I never knew.

  • Victoria

    Dear dead Victoria
    Rotted cosily;
    In excelsis gloria,
    And R. I. P.
    And her shroud was buttoned neat,

W

  • Wail

    Love has gone a-rocketing.
    That is not the worst;
    I could do without the thing,
    And not be the first.

  • Walter Savage Landor

    Upon the work of Walter Landor
    I am unfit to write with candor.
    If you can read it, well and good;

  • Wisdom

    This I say, and this I know:
    Love has seen the last of me.
    Love's a trodden lane to woe,
    Love's a path to misery.

  • Words of Comfort to Be Scratched on a Mirror

    Helen of Troy had a wandering glance;
    Sappho's restriction was only the sky;
    Ninon was ever the chatter of France;