A Duo from Dorothy

Two Poems by Dorothy Parker

A Dream Lies Dead

A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:

Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!


My land is bare of chattering folk;
The clouds are low along the ridges,
And sweet's the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges.

I lit the match, but dear Coward-Liar, you grabbed it from me, poured gasoline all over the bridge and set it aflame.

Pray I never find out who you are.


Magdalena said…
As an admirer of Mrs. Parker, bravo, Madam.

And as an admirer of Carntaigh ... my sympathies. May the Radio Riel sim be an opportunity to grow, expand and fulfill your dreams to the utmost.