Prologue To A Saga

Dorothy Parker

Maidens, gather not the yew,
  Leave the glossy myrtle sleeping;
Any lad was born untrue,
  Never a one is fit your weeping.

Pretty dears, your tumult cease;
  Love’s a fardel, burthening double.
Clear your hearts, and have you peace—
  Gangway, girls: I’ll show you trouble.

Next 10 Poems

• Dorothy Parker : Prophetic Soul
• Dorothy Parker : Purposely Ungrammatical Love Song
• Dorothy Parker : Rainy Night
• Dorothy Parker : Recurrence
• Dorothy Parker : Renunciation
• Dorothy Parker : Requiescat
• Dorothy Parker : Resume
• Dorothy Parker : Reuben's Children
• Dorothy Parker : Rhyme Against Living
• Dorothy Parker : Rondeau Redouble

Previous 10 Poems

• Dorothy Parker : Prisoner
• Dorothy Parker : Prayer For A Prayer
• Dorothy Parker : Prayer For A New Mother
• Dorothy Parker : Pour Prendre Conge
• Dorothy Parker : Post-graduate
• Dorothy Parker : Portrait Of The Artist
• Dorothy Parker : Plea
• Dorothy Parker : Philosophy
• Dorothy Parker : Penelope
• Dorothy Parker : Pattern