New Love, The (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) If it shine or if it rain, Little will I care or know. Days, like drops upon a pane, Slip, and join, and go. continue reading
One Perfect Rose (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) A single flow'r he sent me, since we met. All tenderly his messenger he chose; Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet- One perfect rose. continue reading
Paths (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) I shall tread, another year, Ways I walked with Grief, Past the dry, ungarnered ear And the brittle leaf. continue reading
Pattern (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) 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. continue reading
Plea (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) Secrets, you said, would hold us two apart; You'd have me know of you your least transgression, And so the intimate places of your heart, Kneeling, you bared to me, as in confession. continue reading
Portrait, A (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) Because my love is quick to come and go- A little here, and then a little there... continue reading
Pour Prendre Conge (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) I'm sick of embarking in dories Upon an emotional sea. I'm wearied of playing Dolores (A role never written for me). continue reading
Rainy Night (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) Ghosts of all my lovely sins, Who attend too well my pillow, Gay the wanton rain begins; Hide the limp and tearful willow. continue reading
Requiescat (by: Dorothy Parker (1893 - 1967)) Tonight my love is sleeping cold Where none may see and none shall pass. continue reading
