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A little BrAiN cAnDy
Emily D Poetry
Quotes on Love
Quotes on Everything
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My LYRICS
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Sunset Gun
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| Selected Poetry of Dorothy Parker |
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*Interior* Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And mottoes on the wall. There all the things are waxen neat And set in decorous lines: And there are posies, round and sweet, And little, straightened vines. Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain. *On Cheating The Fiddler* "Then we will have to-night!" we said. "To-morrow - may we not be dead?" The morrow touched our eyes: and found Us walking firm above the ground, Our pulses quick, our blood alight. To-morrow's gone - we'll have to-night! *Incurable* And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned; The calmer, I, to see it true That ways of love are never new - The love that sets you daft and dazed Is every love that ever blazed; The happier, I, to fathom this: A kiss is every other kiss. The reckless vow, the lovely name, When Helen walked, were spoke the same; The weighted breast, the grinding woe, When Phaon fled, were ever so. Oh, it is sure as it is sad That any lad is every lad, And what's a girl, to dare implore Her dear be hers forevermore? Though he be tired and he be bold, And swearing death should he be cold, He'll run the path the others went... But you, my sweet, are different. *A Dream Lies Dead* A dream lies dead here. May you softly go Before this place, and turn away your eyes, Nor seek to know the look of that which dies Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe, But, for a little, let your step be slow. And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies. Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree - Though white of bloom as it had been before And proudly waitful of fecundity - One little loveliness can be no more; And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head Because a dream has joined the wistful dead! *Fable* Oh there once was a lady, and so I've been told, Whose lover grew weary, whose lover grew cold. "My child," he remarked, "though our episode ends, In the manner of men, I suggest we be friends." And the truest of friends ever after they were - Oh, they lied in their teeth when they told me of her! *Fair Weather* This level reach of blue is not my sea; Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun, Whose quiet ripples meet obediently A marked and measured line, one after one. This is no sea of mine, that humbly laves Untroubled sands, spread glittering and warm. I have a need of wilder, crueler waves; They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm. So let a love beat over me again, Loosing its million desperate breakers wide; Sudden and terrible to rise and wane; Roaring the heavens apart; a reckless tide That casts upon the heart, as it recedes, Splinters and spars and dripping, salty weeds. *The Searched Soul* When I consider, pro and con, What things my love is built upon - A curly mouth; a sinewed wrist; A questioning brow; a pretty twist Of words as old and tried as sin; A pointed ear; a cloven chin; Long, tapered limbs; and slanted eyes Not cold nor kind nor darkly wise - When so I ponder, here apart, What shallow boons suffice my heart, What dust-bound trivia capture me, I marvel at my normalcy. *Daylight Saving* My answers are inadequate To those demanding day and date, And ever set a tiny shock Through strangers asking what's o'clock; Whose days are spent in whittling rhyme - What's time to her, or she to Time? *Surprise* My heart went fluttering with fear Lest you should go, and leave me here To beat my breast and rock my head And stretch me sleepless on my bed. Ah, clear they see and true they say That one shall weep, and one shall stray For such is Love's unvarying law... I never thought, I never saw That I should be the first to go; How pleasant that it happened so! *Frustration* If I had a shiny gun I could have a world of fun Speeding bullets through the brains Of the folk who give me pains Or had I some poison gas I could make the moments pass Bumping off a number of People whom I do not love. But I have no lethal weapon - Thus does Fate our pleasure step on! So they still are quick and well Who should be, by rights, in hell. *Superflous Advice* Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and swear they lie. *Two-volume Novel* The sun's gone dim, and The moon's turned black; For I loved him, and He didn't love back. *But Not Forgotten* I think, no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not soon forget my hands, Nor yet the way I held my head, Nor all the tremulous things I said. You still will see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night, And feel my arms about you when The day comes fluttering back again. I think, no matter where you be, You'll hold me in your memory And keep my image, there without me, By telling later loves about me. All poems selected from The Sun Dial Press (Garden City, New York) 1941 printing of Sunset Gun, By Dorothy Parker. (c)1928 by Horace Liveright Inc. Liveright Publishing Corporation. |
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