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/
How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping? Love has run and left me, oh, what then? Dream, then, I must, who never can be sleeping; what if I should meet Love, once again?
January 7, 2026 at 9:25 AM
How shall I wail, that wasn't meant for weeping? Love has run and left me, oh, what then? Dream, then, I must, who never can be sleeping; what if I should meet Love, once again?
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?
January 6, 2026 at 9:25 PM
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?
Needle, needle, dip and dart, thrusting up and down, where's the man could ease a heart like a satin gown?
January 6, 2026 at 9:25 AM
Needle, needle, dip and dart, thrusting up and down, where's the man could ease a heart like a satin gown?
Little white love, forgive, forgive. Once you went out, my heart fell, broken. (Nevertheless, a girl must live.)
January 5, 2026 at 9:25 PM
Little white love, forgive, forgive. Once you went out, my heart fell, broken. (Nevertheless, a girl must live.)
Love has had his way with me. This my heart is torn and maimed
January 5, 2026 at 9:25 AM
Love has had his way with me. This my heart is torn and maimed
Like January weather, the years will bite and smart
January 4, 2026 at 9:25 PM
Like January weather, the years will bite and smart
you might as well live
January 4, 2026 at 9:25 AM
you might as well live
The days will rally, wreathing, their crazy tarantelle
January 3, 2026 at 9:25 PM
The days will rally, wreathing, their crazy tarantelle
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?
January 3, 2026 at 9:25 AM
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?
Little white love, forgive, forgive. Once you went out, my heart fell, broken. (Nevertheless, a girl must live.)
January 2, 2026 at 9:25 PM
Little white love, forgive, forgive. Once you went out, my heart fell, broken. (Nevertheless, a girl must live.)
Then on the world I may blazon my mark; and what if I don't, and what if I do?
January 2, 2026 at 9:25 AM
Then on the world I may blazon my mark; and what if I don't, and what if I do?
It's always just my luck to get one perfect rose.
January 1, 2026 at 9:25 PM
It's always just my luck to get one perfect rose.
Always knew I the consequence; always saw what the end would be. We're as Nature has made us—hence I loved them until they loved me
January 1, 2026 at 9:25 AM
Always knew I the consequence; always saw what the end would be. We're as Nature has made us—hence I loved them until they loved me
Oh, sad are winter nights, and slow; and sad's a song that's dumb; and sad it is to lie and know another dawn will come.
December 31, 2025 at 9:25 PM
Oh, sad are winter nights, and slow; and sad's a song that's dumb; and sad it is to lie and know another dawn will come.
The next time I died, they laid me deep.
December 31, 2025 at 9:25 AM
The next time I died, they laid me deep.
This, a solo of sapience, this, a chantey of sophistry, this, the sum of experiments,— I loved them until they loved me
December 30, 2025 at 9:25 PM
This, a solo of sapience, this, a chantey of sophistry, this, the sum of experiments,— I loved them until they loved me
You will go faltering after the bright, imperious line, and split your throat on laughter, and burn your eyes with brine.
December 30, 2025 at 9:25 AM
You will go faltering after the bright, imperious line, and split your throat on laughter, and burn your eyes with brine.
No more my little song comes back; And now of nights I lay. My head on down, to watch the black, and wait the unfailing gray
December 29, 2025 at 9:25 PM
No more my little song comes back; And now of nights I lay. My head on down, to watch the black, and wait the unfailing gray
Woman lives but in her lord; Count to ten, and man is bored. With this the gist and sum of it, what earthly good can come of it?
December 29, 2025 at 9:25 AM
Woman lives but in her lord; Count to ten, and man is bored. With this the gist and sum of it, what earthly good can come of it?
Oh, many a mended heart they knew, so old they were, and wise. And little did they have to do to come to me with lies!
December 28, 2025 at 9:25 PM
Oh, many a mended heart they knew, so old they were, and wise. And little did they have to do to come to me with lies!
My door is grave in oaken strength, the cool of linen calms my bed, and there at night I stretch my length, and envy no one but the dead
December 28, 2025 at 9:25 AM
My door is grave in oaken strength, the cool of linen calms my bed, and there at night I stretch my length, and envy no one but the dead
My own dear love, he is all my world—and I wish I'd never met him.
December 27, 2025 at 9:25 PM
My own dear love, he is all my world—and I wish I'd never met him.
Three be the things I shall never attain: envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
December 27, 2025 at 9:25 AM
Three be the things I shall never attain: envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
Four be the things I am wiser to know: idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
December 26, 2025 at 9:25 PM
Four be the things I am wiser to know: idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Helen of Troy had a wandering glance; Sappho's restriction was only the sky; Ninon was ever the chatter of France; But oh, what a good girl am I!
December 26, 2025 at 9:25 AM
Helen of Troy had a wandering glance; Sappho's restriction was only the sky; Ninon was ever the chatter of France; But oh, what a good girl am I!