dorothy_parker
kaibutsu Dorothy,

I wrote a letter to you once
in the drizzling Oregon rain,
A letter so weighed down with wit,
to make all intentions plain.

I scrawled my love with busy pen
to your dead and dusty soul,
I waited for your answer, then,
from your deep and musty hole.

When you didn't write I thought
you'd found another man,
So I gave up on my stratagem
And hatched another plan.

The whisky wasn't good enough,
the flowers never bright,
But I kept those gifts on coming;
in the hopes you’d love me slight.

Elephants and racecars!
here's your perfect limousine,
A Nile rose and ancient charms,
to sate your famous spleen.

A million dollars thrown away,
on a cause I’d never win.
I guess that necrophilia
just ain’t your kind of sin.

-a devoted reader

p.s. - i enjoyed your resume.
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megan the poem of hers that touched my heart...

Sleep, pretty lady, the night is enfolding you;
Drift, and so lightly, on crystalline streams.
Wrapped in its perfumes, the darkness is holding you;
Starlight bespangles the way of your dreams.
Chorus the nightingales, wistfully amorous;
Blessedly quiet, the blare of the day.
All the sweet hours may your visions be glamorous-
Sleep, pretty lady, as long as you may.

Sleep, pretty lady, the night shall be still for you;
Silvered and silent, it watches you rest.
Each little breeze, in its eagerness, will for you
Murmur the melodies ancient and blest.
So in the midnight does happiness capture us;
Morning is dim with another day's tears.
Give yourself sweetly to images rapturous-
Sleep, pretty lady, a couple of years.

Sleep, pretty lady, the world awaits day with you;
Girlish and golden, the slender young moon.
Grant the fond darkness its mystical way with you;
Morning returns to us ever too soon.
Roses unfold, in their loveliness, all for you;
Blossom the lilies for hope of your glance.
When you're awake, all the men go and fall for you-
Sleep, pretty lady, and give me a chance.
040307
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jane Four be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Four be the things I'd be better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.

DOROTHY PARKER
Enough Rope, Inventory, st. 1
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