Second Love: Dorothy Parker

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“So surely is she mine,” you say, and turn
Your quick and steady mind to harder things —
To bills and bonds and talk of what men earn —
And whistle up the stair, of evenings.
And do you see a dream behind my eyes,
Or ask a simple question twice of me —
“Thus women are,” you say; for men are wise
And tolerant, in their security.

How shall I count the midnights I have known
When calm you turn to me, nor feel me start,
To find my easy lips upon your own
And know my breast beneath your rhythmic heart.
Your god defer the day I tell you this:
My lad, my lad, it is not you I kiss!

Dorothy Parker

Second Love
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About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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