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!”
Next 10 Poems
- Dorothy Parker : Rondeau Redouble
- Dorothy Parker : Roundel
- Dorothy Parker : Salome's Dancing-lesson
- Dorothy Parker : Sanctuary
- Dorothy Parker : Second Love
- Dorothy Parker : Sight
- Dorothy Parker : Social Note
- Dorothy Parker : Solace
- Dorothy Parker : Somebody's Song
- Dorothy Parker : Song In A Minor Key
Previous 10 Poems
- Dorothy Parker : Reuben's Children
- Dorothy Parker : Resume
- Dorothy Parker : Requiescat
- Dorothy Parker : Renunciation
- Dorothy Parker : Recurrence
- Dorothy Parker : Rainy Night
- Dorothy Parker : Purposely Ungrammatical Love Song
- Dorothy Parker : Prophetic Soul
- Dorothy Parker : Prologue To A Saga
- Dorothy Parker : Prisoner
