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Friday, March 24, 2006 Friday Poetry Blogging: Dorothy Parker
It's high time that I threw a female writer into the mix around these parts, and if Dorothy Parker's poetry is not All-Enduring Art, it's still criminally underrated.
Here, then, are three (I'm seemingly unable to read one Parker poem without reading all of them--they're best devoured in big gulps). Song of One of the Girls Here in my heart I am Helen; I'm Aspasia and Hero, at least. I'm Judith, and Jael, and Madame de Stael; I'm Salome, moon of the East. Here in my soul I am Sappho; Lady Hamilton am I, as well. In me Recamier vies with Kitty O'Shea, With Dido, and Eve, and poor Nell. I'm one of the glamorous ladies At whose beckoning history shook. But you are a man, and see only my pan, So I stay at home with a book. Faute de Mieux Travel, trouble, music, art, A kiss, a frock, a rhyme-- I never said they feed my heart, But still they pass the time. Frustration If I had a shiny gun, I could have a world of fun Speeding bullets through the brains Of the folk who give me pains; Or had I some poison gas, I could make the moments pass Bumping off a number of People whom I do not love. But I have no lethal weapon-- Thus does Fate our pleasures step on! So they still are quick and well Who should be, by rights, in hell. 0 Comments:Want to Post a Comment? |
