Poems by Dorothy Parker
For An Unknown Lady
... Would they find you pale and sad, ...
Symptom Recital
... I shudder at the thought of men&hellip ...
A Pig's-Eye View Of Literature
... The forehead of Shelley was cluttered with curls, ...
Song Of Perfect Propriety
... That cut and burn and chill&hellip ...
Ninon De Lenclos, On Her Last Birthday
... He vows to cut his throat, poor dear! ...
Rainy Night
... Spirits of my shared transgressions, ...
Neither Bloody Nor Bowed
... Keep doing things I think are nice, ...
Autobiography
... . My life is all like that ...
Landscape
... The field is white and flowering lace, ...
Lines On Reading Too Many Poets
... Die; and so their song shall keep ...
The White Lady
... Who still must love the living best- ...
Oscar Wilde
... We all assume that Oscar said it ...
Post-Graduate
... And Love that taught me more ...
The Burned Child
... . . . Drop a hat, dear, drop a hat! ...
George Sand
... (They do those things so well in France) ...
