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. 040307 ... 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 ... 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 070808 what's it to you? who go blather from