The New Love

If it shine or if it rain,

     Little will I care or know.

Days, like drops upon a pane,

     Slip, and join, and go.

At my door’s another lad;

     Here's his flower in my hair.

If he see me pale and sad,

     Will he see me fair?

I sit looking at the floor.

     Little will I think or say

If he seek another door;

     Even if he stay.

From Enough Rope (Boni & Liveright, 1926) by Dorothy Parker. This poem is in the public domain.