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Liebestod – Dorothy Parker

When I was bold, when I was bold- And that’s a hundred years!- Oh, never I thought my breast could hold The terrible weight of tears. I said: “Now some be dolorous; I hear them wail and sigh, And if … Continue reading

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Landscape – Dorothy Parker

Now this must be the sweetest place From here to heaven’s end; The field is white and flowering lace, The birches leap and bend, The hills, beneath the roving sun, From green to purple pass, And little, trifling breezes run … Continue reading

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Indian Summer – Dorothy Parker

In youth, it was a way I hadTo do my best to please, And change, with every passing lad, To suit his theories. But now I know the things I know, And do the things I do; And if you … Continue reading

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One Perfect Rose – Dorothy Parker

A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.All tenderly his messenger he chose; Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet – One perfect rose. I knew the language of the floweret; ‘My fragile leaves,’ it said, ‘his heart enclose.’ … Continue reading

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A Certain Lady – Dorothy Parker

Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,  And drink your rushing words with eager lips,  And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,  And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.  When you rehearse your list of … Continue reading

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A Dream Lies Dead – Dorothy Parker

A dream lies dead here. May you softly go Before this place, and turn away your eyes,  Nor seek to know the look of that which dies  Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,  But, for a little, let … Continue reading

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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?”  … Continue reading

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