Anecdote
So silent I when Love was by
He yawned, and turned away;
But Sorrow clings to my apron-strings
I have so much to say.
From Enough Rope (Boni & Liveright, 1926) by Dorothy Parker. This poem is in the public domain.
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One Perfect Rose
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.
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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.
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Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
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August
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;
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