Dorothy Parker
@dorothyparker.bsky.social
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"I hate writing; I love having written" I post quotes from my book of poetry, Enough Rope, twice a day! https://www.postingparker.carocummins.dcreate.domains/
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Love was a rose with thorns that tore us
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Devil-gotten sinners, throwing back their heads; fiddling for their dinners, kissing for their beds
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Satin glows in candle-light— Satin's for the proud! They will say who watch at night, 'What a fine shroud!'
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It is but cowardice to pretend
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Other lads, their ways are daring: Other lads, they're not afraid; Other lads, they show they're caring; Other lads—they know a maid
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If I seek a lovelier part, where I travel goes my heart
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Now you are finding a new joy greater,— Well, I'll be doing the same thing, too, sooner or later.
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He will leave you white with woe, if you go the way you go
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The world is so; and he is wise who lets it go
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And they were pitiful and mild, who whispered to me then, 'The heart that breaks in April, child, will mend in May again.'
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I do not like my state of mind; I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
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Oh, sad are winter nights, and slow; and sad's a song that's dumb; and sad it is to lie and know another dawn will come.
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The thing you are afraid of will look from every eye.
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Other lads, their eyes are bolder. Young they are, and strong and slim, Ned is straight and broad of shoulder, Donald has a way with him
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I am not sick, I am not well. My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
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But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice
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But I am old; and good and bad are woven in a crazy plaid.
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When you're awake, all the men go and fall for you,— Sleep, pretty lady, and give me a chance.
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Nevertheless, a girl must live.
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One who keeps assuring you that he never was untrue, never loved another one ... Lady, lady, better run!
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And who's the one that cares? A trifling lot and best forgot
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Little white love, forgive, forgive. Once you went out, my heart fell, broken. (Nevertheless, a girl must live.)
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Hear them clack of my haste to greet him! No one other my mouth had kissed. I had dressed me in silk to meet him—False young Death would not hold the tryst.
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Love is for unlucky folk, love is but a curse
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Where never I walked alone before, I wander in the weeds; And people scream and bar the door, and rattle at their beads