The Flaw In Paganism
Dorothy Parker
Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)
Next 10 Poems
- Dorothy Parker : The Gentlest Lady
- Dorothy Parker : The Homebody
- Dorothy Parker : The Immortals
- Dorothy Parker : The Lady's Reward
- Dorothy Parker : The Last Question
- Dorothy Parker : The Leal
- Dorothy Parker : The Little Old Lady In Lavender Silk
- Dorothy Parker : The Maid-servant At The Inn
- Dorothy Parker : The New Love
- Dorothy Parker : The Red Dress
Previous 10 Poems
- Dorothy Parker : The False Friends
- Dorothy Parker : The Evening Primrose
- Dorothy Parker : The Dramatists
- Dorothy Parker : The Dark Girl's Rhyme
- Dorothy Parker : The Danger Of Writing Defiant Verse
- Dorothy Parker : The Choice
- Dorothy Parker : The Burned Child
- Dorothy Parker : The Apple Tree
- Dorothy Parker : Testament
- Dorothy Parker : Temps Perdu
