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Dorothy Parker on New York: Autumn is the Springtime of big cities

0 Comments October 22, 2018

From her essay, published in McCall’s in January 1928, entitled “My Home Town”: It occurs to me that there are other towns. It occurs to me so violently that I say, at intervals, “Very well, if New York is going to be like this, I’m going to live somewhere else.” And I do — that’s […]

Dorothy Parker | Coda

0 Comments August 25, 2013

Coda Dorothy Parker There’s little in taking or giving, There’s little in water or wine; This living, this living, this living Was never a project of mine. Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is The gain of the one at the top, For art is a form of catharsis, And love is a permanent […]

Dorothy Parker – Somebody’s Song

0 Comments January 11, 2007

    Dorothy Parker – Somebody’s Song   This is what I vow; He shall have my heart to keep, Sweetly will we stir and sleep, All the years, as now. Swift the measured sands may run; Love like this is never done; He and I are welded one: This is what I vow.   […]

dorothy parker–pictures in the smoke

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Pictures in the Smoke Dorothy Parker Oh, gallant was the first love, and glittering and fine; The second love was water, in a clear white cup; The third love was his, and the fourth was mine; And after that, I always get them all mixed up.   The Portable Dorothy Parker

dorothy parker–now at liberty

0 Comments April 19, 2006

Dorothy Parker – Now at Liberty Little white love, your way you’ve taken; Now I am left alone, alone. Little white love, my heart’s forsaken. (Whom shall I get by telephone?) Well do I know there’s no returning; Once you go out, it’s done, it’s done. All of my days are gray with yearning. (Nevertheless, […]