There’s many and many, and not so far,
Is willing to dry my tears away;
There’s many to tell me what you are,
And never a lie to all they say.
It’s little the good to hide my head,
It’s never the use to bar my door;
There’s many as counts the tears I shed,
There’s mourning hearts for my heart is
There’s honester eyes than your blue eyes,
There’s better a mile than such as you.
But when did I say that I was wise,
And when did I hope that you were true?
witty, sardonic, amazing.. parker achieves what others aspire to
I’m new to Dorothy Parker, and the more I read, the more I love. Wow! She has such an insight to what I feel are feelings of a contemporary woman. She gets it.
… for my heart is sore.