Tag Archives: Dorothy Parker

Secrets and other illusions

A very good and honest poem by Dorothy Parker

Plea
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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.
Softly you told of loves that went before-
Of clinging arms, of kisses gladly given;
Luxuriously clean of heart once more,
You rose up, then, and stood before me, shriven.

When this, my day of happiness, is through,
And love, that bloomed so fair, turns brown and brittle,
There is a thing that I shall ask of you-
I, who have given so much, and asked so little.
Some day, when there’s another in my stead,
Again you’ll feel the need of absolution,
And you will go to her, and bow your head,
And offer her your past, as contribution.

When with your list of loves you overcome her,
For Heaven’s sake, keep this one secret from her!

Kanwar

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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.
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A perfect rose

A Dorothy Parker poem. Complete with the sting:

One perfect rose
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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.

I knew the language of the floweret;
‘My fragile leaves,’ it said, ‘his heart enclose.’
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.

Kanwar

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If I should labor through daylight and dark,
Consecrate, valorous, serious, true,
Then on the world I may blazon my mark;
And what if I don’t, and what if I do?
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Forever lasts for a day

Two very short poems by Dorothy Parker. These poems remind
me of bees: small, cute …. but with a sting at the end. Read slowly
and get stung 🙂

                Unfortunate Coincidence
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By the time you swear you’re his,
  Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
  Infinite, undying –
Lady, make a note of this:
  One of you is lying.

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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.