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Lilacs blossom just as sweet
Now my heart is shattered.
If I bowled it down the street,
Who's to say it mattered?
If there's one that rode away
What would I be missing?
Lips that taste of tears, they say,
Are the best for kissing.
Eyes that watch the morning star
Seem a little brighter;
Arms held out to darkness are
Usually whiter.
Shall I bar the strolling guest,
Bind my brow with willow,
When, they say, the empty breast
Is the softer pillow?
That a heart falls tinkling down,
Never think it ceases.
Every likely lad in town
Gathers up the pieces.
If there's one gone whistling by
Would I let it grieve me?
Let him wonder if I lie;
Let him half believe me.
Dorothy Parker
Photo by Alistair.
5 comments:
Hari OM
Ohhhh, that Dorothy gal, she surely can bowl a few hearts with her words...
Blessings for a fine week your end Alistair. YAM xx
such an awesome photo!
I have not encountered Dorothy Parker's poetry before, so thank you for opening the door.
Dude, nice photo! And a sad piece. The two form an interesting connection. Indigo
Hi Folks,
Thanks for the comments. I'm sure I've posted a few Dorothy Parker poems here {Maybe I should label individual poets instead of just lump them in as 'poems'}
The photo was taken from our bedroom window one morning and is a Jackdaw about to land on the neighbouring cottage chimney. I do like it though and it's also cropped up across the blog from time to time. I often post photos from my 'favourites' file.
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