Poems by Dorothy Parker
Sweet Violets
... Little loves, the likeness ceases ...
The Apple Tree
... The boughs were dark and straight, ...
The Choice
... Dresses that glimmered with frosty sheen, ...
The Danger Of Writing Defiant Verse
... He treads his path of reckoned days, ...
The Dark Girl's Rhyme
... Shouting through the Spring song, ...
The Dramatists
... Then you will say, "There was a lass- ...
The False Friends
... To come to me with lies!Who flings me silly talk of May ...
The Flaw In Paganism
... Love, the reeling midnight through, ...
The Homebody
... This little chair of scrubbed and sturdy deal, ...
The Immortals
... My lips and give my cheek, would tread the floor ...
The Lady's Reward
... Words had shown she feared to lose ...
The Last Question
... How are you to slake me, and how are you to feed me ...
The Leal
... The friends I made have slipped and strayed, ...
The New Love
... Days, like drops upon a pane, ...
The Red Dress
... As fine as you could see,To wear out walking, sleek and slow, ...
