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Best Famous Dorothy Parker Poems

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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 |

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 |

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 |

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 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 |

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 |

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.
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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 |

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 |

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?