I think that I shall never know Why I am thus, and I am so. Around me, other girls inspire In men the rush and roar of fire, The sweet transparency of glass, The tenderness of April grass, The durability of granite; But me- I dont know how to plan it. The lads Ive met in Cupids deadlock Were- shall we say?- born out of wedlock. They broke my heart, they stilled my song, And said they had to run along, Explaining, so to sop my tears, First came their parents or careers. But ever does experience Deny me wisdom, calm, and sense! Though shes a fool who seeks to capture The twenty-first fine, careless rapture, I must go on, till ends my rope, Who from my birth was cursed with hope. A heart in half is chaste, archaic; But mine resembles a mosaic- The things become ridiculous! Why am I so? Why am I thus? Dorothy Parker- A Fairly Sad Tale ... 100 years later girls still have the same problems. Some things never change. Reading old poetry today. The good, the bad and the very bad.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 16:18:47 +0000
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