Poem – Autumn Valentine – Dorothy Parker

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.

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