My Own
Read 'My Own' by 'Dorothy Parker' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Then let them point my every tear,
And let them mock and moan;
Another week, another year,
And I'll be with my own
Who slumber now by night and day
In fields of level brown;
Whose hearts within their breasts were clay
Before they laid them down.
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