Summary

Dorothy Parker

Every love’s the love before
  In a duller dress.
That’s the measure of my lore—
  Here’s my bitterness:
Would I knew a little more,
  Or very much less!

Next 10 Poems

• Dorothy Parker : Superfluous Advice
• Dorothy Parker : Surprise
• Dorothy Parker : Sweet Violets
• Dorothy Parker : Symptom Recital
• Dorothy Parker : Temps Perdu
• Dorothy Parker : Testament
• Dorothy Parker : The Apple Tree
• Dorothy Parker : The Burned Child
• Dorothy Parker : The Choice
• Dorothy Parker : The Danger Of Writing Defiant Verse

Previous 10 Poems

• Dorothy Parker : Story Of Mrs. W-
• Dorothy Parker : Story
• Dorothy Parker : Star Light, Star Bright-
• Dorothy Parker : Sonnet On An Alpine Night
• Dorothy Parker : Sonnet For The End Of A Sequence
• Dorothy Parker : Song Of Perfect Propriety
• Dorothy Parker : Song Of One Of The Girls
• Dorothy Parker : Song In A Minor Key
• Dorothy Parker : Somebody's Song
• Dorothy Parker : Solace