Dorothy Parker Week Day Four

[snurri]

Bric-à-Brac

Little things that no one needs--
Little things to joke about--
Little landscapes, done in beads.
Little morals, woven out,
Little wreaths of gilded grass,
Little brigs of whittled oak
Bottled painfully in glass;
These are made by lonely folk.

Lonely folk have lines of days
Long and faltering and thin;
Therefore--little wax bouquets,
Prayers cut upon a pin,
Little maps of pinkish lands,
Little charts of curly seas,
Little plats of linen strands,
Little verses, such as these.

Comments

[rsheslin.livejournal.com]

Thank you for these. I've always liked the Dorothy Parker I've come across but haven't actively sought her out. These are brilliant.

[snurri.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. I think her verse is deceptively simple, but it usually comes with a gut punch at the end that I love.

[haddayr.livejournal.com]

Oooh. She always just GETS me.

I have decided I was her in a past life.

[snurri.livejournal.com]

You can't be, 'cause I was! Also I was Napoleon, Gilgamesh, and Joan of Arc. YOU CAN'T PROVE IT'S NOT TRUE.

[haddayr.livejournal.com]

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