Poems by Dorothy Parker
Prisoner
... Plume a-stream and armor clanging ...
The Maid-Servant At The Inn
... I've prayed that all is well with them ...
Rhyme Against Living
... I think, "How lucky are the dead!" ...
Penelope
... He shall cut the glittering wave ...
The Whistling Girl
... Than peer at the night through rusted bars, ...
Transition
... And these hard lands be quivering with grain- ...
Afternoon
... I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands ...
The Gentlest Lady
... Yet did they say, "How tall He grows!" ...
Light Of Love
... So I'm living now with Pride - ...
George Gissing
... They say I don't know what I'm missing ...
A Portrait
... What is my oath, when you have but to bare ...
Unfortunate Coincidence
... By the time you swear you're his, ...
The Willow
... The willow is tossing the wind from her head ...
Ballade Of Unfortunate Mammals
... Gentler, they, than the pigeon's coo, ...
For A Sad Lady
... "No more she lives to give us bread ...
