Poems by Dorothy Parker
After Spanish Proverb
... Who begged but love of thee!Oh, gentle word, and sweetest said! ...
Alexandre Dumas And His Son
... Although I work, and seldom cease, ...
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
... Than rise and bow and speak an idyll ...
Anecdote
... But Sorrow clings to my apron-strings, ...
August
... Light your tinsel moon, and call on ...
Autumn Valentine
... I sought my heart, and sighed, ...
Ballade at Thirty-five
... We're as Nature has made us -- hence ...
Ballade Of A Great Weariness
... There's one that'll join in their push and roar, ...
Bric-a-Brac
... Therefore -- little wax bouquets, ...
But Not Forgotten
... You still will see me, small and white ...
Charles Dickens
... Shall do it o'er my lifeless body ...
Coda
... Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is ...
Condolence
... And clicked their tongues, and watched me, mournful-eyed ...
Convalescent
... Lord! Don't I know I'd have my arms about him, ...
D.G. Rossetti
... Thought the matter over - then ...
