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Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker

Theory

Into love and out again,
 Thus I went, and thus I go.
Spare your voice, and hold your pen–
 Well and bitterly I know
All the songs were ever sung,
 All the words were ever said;
Could it be, when I was young,
 Some one dropped me on my head?

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Song of Perfect Propriety

Oh, I should like to ride the sea… A roaring buccaneer; A cutlass banging at my knees, A dirk behind my ear. And when my captives’ chains would…
Wail

Love has gone a-rocketing. That is not the worst; I could do without the thing, And not be the first. Joy has gone the way it came.
The Small Hours

No more my little song comes back; And now of nights I lay My head on down, to watch the blac… And wait the unfailing gray. Oh, sad are winter nights, and slo…
Pattern

Leave me to my lonely pillow. Go, and take your silly posies Who has vowed to wear the willow Looks a fool, tricked out in roses… Who are you, my lad, to ease me?
Song in a Minor Key

There’s a place I know where the… And wayward vines go roaming, Where the lilacs nod, and a marble… Is pale, in scented gloaming. And at sunset there comes a lady f…
Daylight Saving

My answers are inadequate To those demanding day and date And ever set a tiny shock Through strangers asking what’s o’… Whose days are spent in whittling…
Recurrence

We shall have our little day. Take my hand and travel still Round and round the little way, Up and down the little hill. It is good to love again;
Post-Graduate

Hope it was that tutored me, And Love that taught me more; And now I learn at Sorrow’s knee The self-same lore.
Prophetic Soul

Because your eyes are slant and sl… Because your hair is sweet to touc… My heart is high again; but oh, I doubt if this will get me much.
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Godspeed

Oh, seek, my love, your newer way; I’ll not be left in sorrow. So long as I have yesterday, Go take your damned tomorrow!
 1
Interview

The ladies men admire, I’ve heard… Would shudder at a wicked word. Their candle gives a single light; They’d rather stay at home at nigh… They do not keep awake till three,
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Light of Love

Joy stayed with me a night— Young and free and fair— And in the morning light He left me there. Then Sorrow came to stay,
Tromp-l'oeil, by Samuel van Hoogstraten
Inventory

Four be the things I am wiser to… Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a… Four be the things I’d been bette… Love, curiosity, freckles, and dou… Three be the things I shall never…
 1
Coda

There’s little in taking or giving… There’s little in water or wine; This living, this living, this liv… Was never a project of mine. Oh, hard is the struggle, and spar…
 2
Lines on Reading Too Many Poets

Roses, rooted warm in earth, Bud in rhyme, another age; Lilies know a ghostly birth Strewn along a patterned page; Golden lad and chimbley sweep



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