Finis - Dorothy Parker

 Now it's over, and now it's done;

       Why does everything look the same?

The Tyger William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, 

In the forests of the night; 

What immortal hand or eye, 

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies. 

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat.

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp.

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears 

And water'd heaven with their tears:

Did he smile his work to see?

Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Surprise - Dorothy Parker

 My heart went fluttering with fear

Lest you should go, and leave me here

To beat my breast and rock my head

And stretch me sleepless on my bed.

Ah, clear they see and true they say

That one shall weep, and one shall stray

For such is Love's unvarying law….

I never thought, I never saw

That I should be the first to go;

How pleasant that it happened so!

But not forgotten - Dorothy Parker

 I think, no matter where you stray,

That I shall go with you a way.

Though you may wander sweeter lands,

You will not soon forget my hands,

Nor yet the way I held my head,

Nor all the tremulous things I said.

You still will see me, small and white

And smiling, in the secret night,

And feel my arms about you when

The day comes fluttering back again.

I think, no matter where you be,

You'll hold me in your memory

And keep my image, there without me,

By telling later loves about me.

Rhyme Against Living - Dorothy Parker

If wild my breast and sore my pride,

I bask in dreams of suicide;

If cool my heart and high my head,

I think, "How lucky are the dead!"

Song in a Minor Key - Dorothy Parker

There's a place I know where the birds swing low,

      And wayward vines go roaming,

Where the lilacs nod, and a marble god

      Is pale, in scented gloaming.

And at sunset there comes a lady fair

      Whose eyes are deep with yearning.

By an old, old gate does the lady wait

      Her own true love's returning.

But the days go by, and the lilacs die,

      And trembling birds seek cover;

Yet the lady stands, with her long white hands

      Held out to greet her lover.

And it's there she'll stay till the shadowy day

      A monument they grave her.

She will always wait by the same old gate, —

      The gate her true love gave her.

A very short song - Dorothy Parker

 Once , when I was young and true,

        Someone left me sad—

Broke my brittle heart in two;

     And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,

     Love is but a curse.

Once there was a heart I broke;

     And that, I think, is worse.