Dorothy Parker poems
Dorothy Parker(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)
A Very Short Song
- by Dorothy Parker 143
Once, when I was young and true,Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.
Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.
Star Light, Star Bright--
- by Dorothy Parker 131
Star, that gives a gracious dole,What am I to choose?
Oh, will it be a shriven soul,
Or little buckled shoes?
Shall I wish a wedding-ring,
Bright and thin and round,
Or plead you send me covering-
A newly spaded mound?
Gentle beam, shall I implore
Gold, or sailing-ships,
Or beg I hate forevermore
A pair of lying lips?
Swing you low or high away,
Burn you hot or dim;
My only wish I dare not say-
Lest you should grant me him.