Autobiography
OH, both my shoes are shiny new,
And pristine is my hat;
My dress is 1922. . . .
My life is all like that.
From Enough Rope (Boni & Liveright, 1926) by Dorothy Parker. This poem is in the public domain.
When my eyes are weeds,
And my lips are petals, spinning
Down the wind that has beginning
Where the crumpled beeches start
In a fringe of salty reeds;
When my arms are elder-bushes,
And the rangy lilac pushes
Upward, upward through my heart;
If it shine or if it rain,
Little will I care or know.
Days, like drops upon a pane,
Slip, and join, and go.
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.