A Well-Worn Story Poem by Dorothy Parker
A Well-Worn Story
In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.
His eyes were hard as porphyry
With looking on cruel lands;
His voice went slipping over me
Like terrible silver hands.
Together we trod the secret lane
And walked the muttering town.
I wore my heart like a wet, red stain
On the breast of a velvet gown.
In April, in April,
My love went whistling by,
And I stumbled here to my high hill
Along the way of a lie.
Now what should I do in this place
But sit and count the chimes,
And splash cold water on my face
And spoil a page with rhymes?
........my favourite stanza.. Now what should I do in this place But sit and count the chimes, And splash cold water on my face And spoil a page with rhymes?
I didn't expect that from somebody as famous as you.Harry Potter is dead anyways lol.
As the old adage says "If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all! " Shows your lack of class…. WOW!
"I wore my heart like a wet red stain, on the breast of a velvet gown."
The rhythmic splendour of the poem is something to admire greatly.
I'm disheartened to read JK Rowling's ruthless comment on Dorothy Parker! Her comment speaks volumes on her lack of class…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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1/24/2025 9:32:31 PM # 1.0.0
Wonderful, classic, witty and very well-written.