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Symptom Recital

I DO not like my state of mind;
I’m bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn’s recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I’m disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I’d be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men. . . .
I’m due to fall in love again.

Credit


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

Author


Dorothy Parker

A founding member of the Algonquin Round Table, Dorothy Parker's work was known for its scathing wit and intellectual commentary

Date Published: 1926-01-01

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