If your dreams were thread to weave, he will pluck them from his sleeve
Dorothy Parker
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I am not sick, I am not well. My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
Oh, seek, my love, your newer way; I'll not be left in sorrow. So long as I have yesterday, go take your damned to-morrow!
This is what I know: Lovers' oaths are thin as rain; Love's a harbinger of pain—Would it were not so! Ever is my heart a-thirst, ever is my love accurst; He is neither last nor first—
Joy stayed with me a night—Young and free and fair— And in the morning light, he left me there
The next time I died, they laid me deep. They spoke worn words to hallow my sleep.
Oh, both my shoes are shiny new, and pristine is my hat; my dress is 1922....My life is all like that
Princes, never I'd give offense, won't you think of me tenderly? Here's my strength and my weakness, gents,—I loved them until they loved me.
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!
Lady, lady, should you meet, one whose ways are all discreet, one who murmurs that his wife is the lodestar of his life
Sorrow clings to my apron-strings, I have so much to say.
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.
But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice
The friends I made have slipped and strayed, and who's the one that cares?
Four be the things I'd been better without: love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore; I do not like me any more
Other lads, their ways are daring: Other lads, they're not afraid; Other lads, they show they're caring; Other lads—they know a maid
They tossed me petals, they wreathed me fern, they weighted me down with a marble urn
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?
Claim a foe, or hail a friend—Bed awaits me at the end.
Some men break your heart in two, some men fawn and flatter, some men never look at you; And that cleans up the matter
My own dear love, he is all my dreams,— And I wish he were in Asia.
By the time you swear you're his, shivering and sighing, and he vows his passion is infinite, undying, LADY, make a note of this: one of you is lying.
Princes, never I'd give offense, won't you think of me tenderly? Here's my strength and my weakness, gents,—I loved them until they loved me.