Poems by Dorothy Parker
Victoria
... And R. I. P.And her shroud was buttoned neat, ...
Walter Savage Landor
... If you can read it, well and good ...
Wisdom
... Here's my wool, and here's my book ...
Second Love
... And know my breast beneath your rhythmic heart ...
Pictures In The Smoke
... Oh, gallant was the first love, and glittering and fine ...
To Newcastle
... To crowd your coffin when you're dead&hellip ...
Story Of Mrs. W-
... And there at night I stretch my length ...
Reuben's Children
... I think they would be better dead ...
Ballade Of A Talked-Off Ear
... May point me the lines the blood-drops trace- ...
Epitaph For A Darling Lady
... Slipping warmly through her hands ...
Indian Summer
... To hell, my love, with you! ...
Resumé
... Nooses give;Gas smells awful ...
Rondeau Redoublé (and Scarcely Worth the Trouble, at That)
... plash the fields with white,Let bloom the poppy hotly as it may, Within my heart is melancholy night ...
Comment
... And love is a thing that can never go wrong ...
