Poems by Dorothy Parker
The Searched Soul
... What shallow boons suffice my heart, ...
Daylight Saving
... Whose days are spent in whittling rhyme- ...
Words Of Comfort To Be Scratched On A Mirror
... Sappho's restriction was only the sky ...
Iseult Of Brittany
... And there were those to make them song ...
The Little Old Lady In Lavender Silk
... There was nothing more fun than a man! ...
Temps Perdu
... Nor a strange bird crosses the moon at night ...
Thomas Carlyle
... With throwing teacups at his wife, ...
A Dream Lies Dead
... And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head &emsp ...
Braggart
... And split your throat on laughter, ...
Song in a Minor Key
... She will always wait by the same old gate, &mdash ...
The Trusting Heart
... But there was one that found me, ...
Inventory
... Three be the things I shall have till I die: ...
Theory
... Spare your voice, and hold your pen- ...
The Sea
... Shall never know, when he is dead, ...
Solace
... There was a bird, brought down to die ...
