Wail

Dorothy Parker

Love has gone a-rocketing.
That is not the worst;
I could do without the thing,
And not be the first.

Joy has gone the way it came.
That is nothing new;
I could get along the same,—
Many people do.

Dig for me the narrow bed,
Now I am bereft.
All my pretty hates are dead,
And what have I left?

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• Dorothy Parker : Walter Savage Landor
• Dorothy Parker : Wisdom
• Dorothy Parker : Words Of Comfort To Be Scratched On A Mirror
• Katherine Philips : 6th April 1651 L'amitie: To Mrs. M. Awbrey
• Katherine Philips : A Retir'd Friendship
• Katherine Philips : Against Love
• Katherine Philips : Arion To A Dolphin, On His Majesty's Passage Into England.
• Katherine Philips : Content, To My Dearest Lucasia
• Katherine Philips : Epitaph On Her Son H. P.
• Katherine Philips : Epitaph On Her Son H. P. At St. Syth's Church Wher Her Body Also Lies Interred

Previous 10 Poems

• Dorothy Parker : Victoria
• Dorothy Parker : Verse For A Certain Dog
• Dorothy Parker : Vers Demode
• Dorothy Parker : Unfortunate Coincidence
• Dorothy Parker : Ultimatum
• Dorothy Parker : Two-volume Novel
• Dorothy Parker : Transition
• Dorothy Parker : Tombstones In The Starlight
• Dorothy Parker : To Newcastle
• Dorothy Parker : To A Much Too Unfortunate Lady