Additional Poems By Dorothy Parker Essay Research

Additional Poems By Dorothy Parker Essay, Research Paper

Threnody

Lilacs blossom just as sweet

Now my heart is shattered.

If I bowled it down the street,

Who’s to say it mattered.

If there’s one that rode away

What would I be missing.

Lips that taste of tears, they say,

Are the best for kissing.

Eyes that watch the morning star

Seem a little brighter;

Arms held out to darkness are

Usually whiter.

Shall I bar the strolling guest,

Bind my brow with willow,

When, they say, the empty breast

Is the softer pillow.

That a heart falls tinkling down,

Never think it ceases.

Every likely lad in town

Gathers up the pieces.

If there’s one gone whistling by

Would I let it grieve me.

Let him wonder if I lie;

Let him half believe me.

from Enough Rope (1926)

The False Friends

They laid their hands upon my head,

They stroked my cheek and brow;

And time could heal a hurt, they said,

And time could dim a vow.

And they were pitiful and mild

Who whispered to me then,

"The heart that breaks in April, child,

Will mend in May again."

Oh, many a mended heart they knew.

So old they were, and wise.

And little did they have to do

To come to me with lies!

Who flings me silly talk of May

Shall meet a bitter soul;

For June was nearly spent away

Before my heart was whole.

from Enough Rope (1926)

The Trifler

Death’s the lover that I’d be taking;

Wild and fickle and fierce is he.

Small’s his care if my heart be breaking-

Gay young Death would have none of me.

Hear them clack of my haste to greet him!

No one other my mouth had kissed.

I had dressed me in silk to meet him-

False young Death would not hold the tryst.

Slow’s the blood that was quick and stormy,

Smooth and cold is the bridal bed;

I must wait till he whistles for me-

Proud young Death would not turn his head.

I must wait till my breast is wilted.

I must wait till my back is bowed,

I must rock in the corner, jilted-

Death went galloping down the road.

Gone’s my heart with a trifling rover.

Fine he was in the game he played-

Kissed, and promised, and threw me over,

And rode away with a prettier maid.

from Enough Rope (1926)

Wail

Love has gone a-rocketing.

That is not the worst;

I could do without the thing,

And not be the first.

Joy has gone the way it came.

That is nothing new;

I could get along the same-

Many people do.

Dig for me the narrow bed.

Now I am bereft.

All my pretty hates are dead,

And what have I left.

from Enough Rope (1926)

Paths

I shall tread, another year,

Ways I walked with Grief,

Past the dry, ungarnered ear

And the brittle leaf.

I shall stand, a year apart,

Wondering, and shy,

Thinking, "Here she broke her heart;

Here she pled to die."

I shall hear the pheasants call,

And the raucous geese;

Down these ways, another Fall,

I shall walk with Peace.

But the pretty path I trod

Hand-in-hand with Love-

Underfoot, the nascent sod,

Brave young boughs above,

And the stripes of ribbon grass

By the curling way-

I shall never dare to pass

To my dying day.

from Enough Rope (1926)

Comment

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,

A medley of extemporanea;

And love is a thing that can never go wrong;

And I am Marie of Roumania.

from Enough Rope (1926)

Inventory

Four be the things I am wiser to know:

Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.

Four be the things I’d been better without:

Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.

Three be the things I shall never attain:

Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.

Three be the things I shall have till I die:

Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.

from Enough Rope (1926)

De Profundis

Oh, is it, then, Utopian

To hope that I may meet a man

Who’ll not relate, in accents suave,

The tales of girls he used to have.

from Enough Rope (1926)

Renunciation

Chloe’s hair, no doubt, was brighter;

Lydia’s mouth more sweetly sad;

Hebe’s arms were rather whiter;

Languorous-lidded Helen had

Eyes more blue than e’er the sky was;

Lalage’s was subtler stuff;

Still, you used to think that I was

Fair enough.

Now you’re casting yearning glances

At the pale Penelope;

Cutting in on Claudia’s dances;

Taking Iris out to tea.

Iole you find warm-hearted;

Zoe’s cheek is far from r

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