This I say, and this I know:
Love has seen the last of me.
Love’s a trodden lane to woe,
Love’s a path to misery.
This I know, and knew before,
This I tell you, of my years:
Hide your heart, and lock your door.
Hell’s afloat in lovers’ tears.
Give your heart, and toss and moan;
What a pretty fool you look!
I am sage, who sit alone;
Here’s my wool, and here’s my book.
Look! A lad’s a-waiting there,
Tall he is and bold, and gay.
What the devil do I care
What I know, and what I say?
I was trying to do a report on Dorothy parker but this website won’t show me the poem so if anyone ever can e-mail me the pooem i would really aprecioate it
I think thorough analysis of this poem is so far from that Jacinta. That is the first obvious opinion, but in reality the poem’s message is the exact opposite: it is about hope in love. Take a closer look you will see.
The poem is great. It tells a lot about the poet by the way it’s written.
This poem is like Dorothy’s last word to love. Its her formal statement of her parting with romance, her broken faith in relationships and men. I find it very sad. This is the result of one woman who has been dissapointed one too many times.