Dorothy Parker
@dorothyparker.bsky.social
"I hate writing; I love having written"
I post quotes from my book of poetry, Enough Rope, twice a day!
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I post quotes from my book of poetry, Enough Rope, twice a day!
https://www.postingparker.carocummins.dcreate.domains/
This, a solo of sapience, this, a chantey of sophistry, this, the sum of experiments,— I loved them until they loved me
November 26, 2025 at 6:56 AM
This, a solo of sapience, this, a chantey of sophistry, this, the sum of experiments,— I loved them until they loved me
Things I may not know nor tell wait, where older waters swell
November 25, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Things I may not know nor tell wait, where older waters swell
Devil-gotten sinners, throwing back their heads; fiddling for their dinners, kissing for their beds
November 25, 2025 at 6:56 AM
Devil-gotten sinners, throwing back their heads; fiddling for their dinners, kissing for their beds
Four be the things I'd been better without: love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
November 24, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Four be the things I'd been better without: love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
If your dreams were thread to weave, he will pluck them from his sleeve
November 24, 2025 at 6:56 AM
If your dreams were thread to weave, he will pluck them from his sleeve
My own dear love, he is all my world—and I wish I'd never met him.
November 23, 2025 at 6:55 PM
My own dear love, he is all my world—and I wish I'd never met him.
You will be frail and musty with peering, furtive head... Whilst I am young and lusty, among the roaring dead.
November 23, 2025 at 6:56 AM
You will be frail and musty with peering, furtive head... Whilst I am young and lusty, among the roaring dead.
If I seek a lovelier part, where I travel goes my heart
November 22, 2025 at 6:55 PM
If I seek a lovelier part, where I travel goes my heart
Then on the world I may blazon my mark; and what if I don't, and what if I do?
November 22, 2025 at 6:56 AM
Then on the world I may blazon my mark; and what if I don't, and what if I do?
I sit and say, the world is so.
November 21, 2025 at 6:55 PM
I sit and say, the world is so.
If I seek a lovelier part, where I travel goes my heart
November 21, 2025 at 6:56 AM
If I seek a lovelier part, where I travel goes my heart
But say my verses do not scan, and I get me another man!
November 20, 2025 at 6:55 PM
But say my verses do not scan, and I get me another man!
Why is it no one ever sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose?
November 20, 2025 at 6:56 AM
Why is it no one ever sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Love is woman's moon and sun; man has other forms of fun.
November 19, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Love is woman's moon and sun; man has other forms of fun.
Four be the things I am wiser to know: idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
November 19, 2025 at 6:56 AM
Four be the things I am wiser to know: idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Love was a ship without a crew. Love is untender, and love is untrue
November 18, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Love was a ship without a crew. Love is untender, and love is untrue
Let him see your passion is ever tenderer than his.... Go and bless your star above, thus are you, and thus is Love.
November 18, 2025 at 6:56 AM
Let him see your passion is ever tenderer than his.... Go and bless your star above, thus are you, and thus is Love.
They cannot let you go your gait, they influence and educate
November 17, 2025 at 6:55 PM
They cannot let you go your gait, they influence and educate
But the days go by, and the lilacs die, and trembling birds seek cover; yet the lady stands, with her long white hands held out to greet her lover
November 17, 2025 at 6:56 AM
But the days go by, and the lilacs die, and trembling birds seek cover; yet the lady stands, with her long white hands held out to greet her lover
We cannot rest, we never rest, within a narrow bed, who still must love the living best— who hate the drowsy dead!
November 16, 2025 at 6:55 PM
We cannot rest, we never rest, within a narrow bed, who still must love the living best— who hate the drowsy dead!
Oh, I should like to dance and laugh, and pose and preen and sway, and rip the hearts of men in half, and toss the bits away.
November 16, 2025 at 6:56 AM
Oh, I should like to dance and laugh, and pose and preen and sway, and rip the hearts of men in half, and toss the bits away.
Dig for me the narrow bed, now I am bereft. All my pretty hates are dead, and what have I left?
November 15, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Dig for me the narrow bed, now I am bereft. All my pretty hates are dead, and what have I left?
The next time I died, they laid me deep. They spoke worn words to hallow my sleep.
November 15, 2025 at 6:56 AM
The next time I died, they laid me deep. They spoke worn words to hallow my sleep.
Needle, needle, dip and dart, thrusting up and down, where's the man could ease a heart like a satin gown?
November 14, 2025 at 6:55 PM
Needle, needle, dip and dart, thrusting up and down, where's the man could ease a heart like a satin gown?
She banged on the table and broke the plates; she jeered at the passing inebriates
November 14, 2025 at 6:55 AM
She banged on the table and broke the plates; she jeered at the passing inebriates