Poems by Dorothy Parker
Observation
... If I'm in bed each night by ten, ...
Of a Woman, Dead Young
... And the bowlder split raw from the mountain, ...
On Being A Woman
... And why with you, my love, my lord, ...
On Cheating The Fiddler
... " The morrow touched our eyes, and found ...
One Perfect Rose
... 'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose ...
Ornithology For Beginners
... But double, to me, is worth the thrush ...
Partial Comfort
... Whilst those whose love is thin and wise ...
Paths
... Brave young boughs above,And the stripes of ribbon grass ...
Pattern
... ... Tell me, why have I been weeping ...
Plea
... And love, that bloomed so fair, turns brown and brittle, ...
Portrait of the Artist
... ... Come back in half an hour or so, ...
Pour Prendre Conge
... I'm through with performing the ballet ...
Prayer For a New Mother
... Teach her the endless, tuneless songs to sing, ...
Prologue to a Saga
... Clear your hearts, and have you peace- ...
Prophetic Soul
... but oh, I doubt if this will get me much ...
