After Spanish Proverb
Oh, mercifullest one of all, / Oh, generous as dear,
The Thin Edge
❦
With you, my heart is quiet here,
And all my thoughts are cool as rain.
I sit and let the shifting year
Go by before the windowpane,
And reach my hand to yours, my dear . . .
I wonder what it's like in Spain.
More poems by Dorothy Parker
Incurable
And if my heart be scarred and burned, / The safer, I, for all I learned;
The Small Hours
No more my little song comes back; / And now of nights I lay
Requiescat
Tonight my love is sleeping cold / Where none may see and none shall pass.