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by Dorothy Parker | |

D.G. Rossetti

 Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Buried all of his libretti,
Thought the matter over - then
Went and dug them up again.


by Dorothy Parker | |

Coda

 There's little in taking or giving,
There's little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living
Was never a project of mine.
Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is The gain of the one at the top, For art is a form of catharsis, And love is a permanent flop, And work is the province of cattle, And rest's for a clam in a shell, So I'm thinking of throwing the battle- Would you kindly direct me to hell?


by Dorothy Parker | |

Faute De Mieux

 Travel, trouble, music, art,
A kiss, a frock, a rhyme-
I never said they feed my heart,
But still they pass my time.


by 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?


by Dorothy Parker | |

Solace

 There was a rose that faded young;
I saw its shattered beauty hung
Upon a broken stem.
I heard them say, "What need to care With roses budding everywhere?" I did not answer them.
There was a bird, brought down to die; They said, "A hundred fill the sky- What reason to be sad?" There was a girl, whose lover fled; I did not wait, the while they said, "There's many another lad.
"


by Dorothy Parker | |

Somebodys Song

 This is what I vow;
He shall have my heart to keep,
Sweetly will we stir and sleep,
All the years, as now.
Swift the measured sands may run; Love like this is never done; He and I are welded one: This is what I vow.
This is what I pray: Keep him by me tenderly; Keep him sweet in pride of me, Ever and a day; Keep me from the old distress; Let me, for our happiness, Be the one to love the less: This is what I pray.
This is what I know: Lovers' oaths are thin as rain; Love's a harbinger of pain- Would it were not so! Ever is my heart a-thirst, Ever is my love accurst; He is neither last nor first: This is what I know.


by Dorothy Parker | |

The Gentlest Lady

 They say He was a serious child,
And quiet in His ways;
They say the gentlest lady smiled
To hear the neighbors' praise.
The coffers of her heart would close Upon their smaliest word.
Yet did they say, "How tall He grows!" They thought she had not heard.
They say upon His birthday eve She'd rock Him to His rest As if she could not have Him leave The shelter of her breast.
The poor must go in bitter thrift, The poor must give in pain, But ever did she get a gift To greet His day again.
They say she'd kiss the Boy awake, And hail Him gay and clear, But oh, her heart was like to break To count another year.


by Dorothy Parker | |

The Small Hours

 No more my little song comes back;
And now of nights I lay
My head on down, to watch the black
And wait the unfailing gray.
Oh, sad are winter nights, and slow; And sad's a song that's dumb; And sad it is to lie and know Another dawn will come.


by Dorothy Parker | |

The Thin Edge

 With you, my heart is quiet here,
And all my thoughts are cool as rain.
I sit and let the shifting year Go by before the windowpane, And reach my hand to yours, my dear .
.
.
I wonder what it's like in Spain.


by Dorothy Parker | |

Convalescent

 How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping?
Love has run and left me, oh, what then?
Dream, then, I must, who never can be sleeping;
What if I should meet Love, once again?

What if I met him, walking on the highway?
Let him see how lightly I should care.
He'd travel his way, I would follow my way; Hum a little song, and pass him there.
What if at night, beneath a sky of ashes, He should seek my doorstep, pale with need? There could he lie, and dry would be my lashes; Let him stop his noise, and let me read.
Oh, but I'm gay, that's better off without him; Would he'd come and see me, laughing here.
Lord! Don't I know I'd have my arms about him, Crying to him, "Oh, come in, my dear!"


by Dorothy Parker | |

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.


by Dorothy Parker | |

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.


by Dorothy Parker | |

Fulfillment

 For this my mother wrapped me warm,
And called me home against the storm,
And coaxed my infant nights to quiet,
And gave me roughage in my diet,
And tucked me in my bed at eight,
And clipped my hair, and marked my weight,
And watched me as I sat and stood:
That I might grow to womanhood
To hear a whistle and drop my wits
And break my heart to clattering bits.


by Dorothy Parker | |

Chant For Dark Hours

 Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Book shop.
(Lady, make your mind up, and wait your life away.
) Some men, some men Cannot pass a Crap game.
(He said he'd come at moonrise, and here's another day!) Some men, some men Cannot pass a Bar-room.
(Wait about, and hang about, and that's the way it goes.
) Some men, some men Cannot pass a Woman.
(Heaven never send me another one of those!) Some men, some men Cannot pass a Golf course.
(Read a book, and sew a seam, and slumber if you can.
) Some men, some men Cannot pass a Haberdasher's.
(All your life you wait around for some damn man!)


by Dorothy Parker | |

Charles Dickens

 Who call him spurious and shoddy
Shall do it o'er my lifeless body.
I heartily invite such birds To come outside and say those words!


by Dorothy Parker | |

Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom

 Daily dawns another day;
I must up, to make my way.
Though I dress and drink and eat, Move my fingers and my feet, Learn a little, here and there, Weep and laugh and sweat and swear, Hear a song, or watch a stage, Leave some words upon a page, Claim a foe, or hail a friend- Bed awaits me at the end.
Though I go in pride and strength, I'll come back to bed at length.
Though I walk in blinded woe, Back to bed I'm bound to go.
High my heart, or bowed my head, All my days but lead to bed.
Up, and out, and on; and then Ever back to bed again, Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall- I'm a fool to rise at all!


by Dorothy Parker | |

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.


by Dorothy Parker | |

Godspeed

 Outbound, your bark awaits you.
Were I one Whose prayer availeth much, my wish should be Your favoring trad-wind and consenting sea.
By sail or steed was never love outrun, And, here or there, love follows her in whom All graces and sweet charities unite, The old Greek beauty set in holier light; And her for whom New England's byways bloom, Who walks among us welcome as the Spring, Calling up blossoms where her light feet stray.
God keep you both, make beautiful your way, Comfort, console, and bless; and safely bring, Ere yet I make upon a vaster sea The unreturning voyage, my friends to me.


by Dorothy Parker | |

Requiescat

 Fair is her cottage in its place,
Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides.
It sees itself from thatch to base Dream in the sliding tides.
And fairer she, but ah how soon to die! Her quiet dream of life this hour may cease.
Her peaceful being slowly passes by To some more perfect peace.


by Dorothy Parker | |

Alexandre Dumas And His Son

 Although I work, and seldom cease,
At Dumas pere and Dumas fils,
Alas, I cannot make me care
For Dumas fils and Dumas pere.