Dorothy Parker: "One Perfect Rose"

[wellinghall]

A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet--
One perfect rose.

I knew the language of the floweret;
"My fragile leaves," it said, "his heart enclose."
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.

Comments

[el-staplador.livejournal.com]

That one never fails to amuse me!

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

As you say. (I always enjoy her poetry, tho' not always her fiction).

[fallingtowers.livejournal.com]

One more reason to love Dorothy Parker!

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

As you say. (I always enjoy her poetry, tho' not always her fiction).

[frandowdsofa.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary

My land is bare of chattering folk;
The clouds are low along the ridges,
And sweet's the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges.

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

Thanks for that :-)