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Theory: Dorothy Parker

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 … Continue reading

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Superfluous Advice: Dorothy Parker

Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and swear they lie. Dorothy Parker Superfluous Advice

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After a Spanish Proverb: Dorothy Parker

Oh, mercifullest one of all, Oh, generous as dear, None lived so lowly, none so small, Thou couldst withhold thy tear. How swift, in pure compassion, How meek, in charity, To offer friendship to the one Who begged but love … Continue reading

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The Last Question: Dorothy Parker

New love, new love, where are you to lead me? All along a narrow way that marks a crooked line. How are you to slake me, and how are you to feed me? With bitter yellow berries, and a sharp … Continue reading

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Pattern: Dorothy Parker

Leave me to my lonely pillow. Go, and take your silly posies; Who has vowed to wear the willow Looks a fool, tricked out in roses. Who are you, my lad, to ease me? Leave your pretty words unspoken. Tinkling … Continue reading

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Second Love: Dorothy Parker

“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 … Continue reading

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Reuben’s Children: Dorothy Parker

Accursed from their birth they be Who seek to find monogamy, Pursuing it from bed to bed — I think they would be better dead. Dorothy Parker Reuben’s Children

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Iseult of Brittany: Dorothy Parker

So delicate my hands, and long, They might have been my pride. And there were those to make them song Who for their touch had died. Too frail to cup a heart within, Too soft to hold the free — … Continue reading

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Prophetic Soul: Dorothy Parker

Because your eyes are slant and slow, Because your hair is sweet to touch, My heart is high again; but oh, I doubt if this will get me much. Dorothy Parker Prophetic Soul

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Experience: Dorothy Parker

Some men break your heart in two, Some men fawn and flatter, Some men never look at you; And that clears up the matter. Dorothy Parker Experience The image is copyright: BestPhotoStudio via Shutterstock

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