[1772] Threnody

Guest poem submitted by Lakshmi Jagad, <lakshmi.jagad@>:

Lilacs blossom just as sweet
Now my heart is shattered.
If I bowled it down the street,
Who's to say it mattered?
If there's one that rode away
What would I be missing?
Lips that taste of tears, they say,
Are the best for kissing.

Eyes that watch the morning star
Seem a little brighter;
Arms held out to darkness are
Usually whiter.
Shall I bar the strolling guest,
Bind my brow with willow,
When, they say, the empty breast
Is the softer pillow?

That a heart falls tinkling down,
Never think it ceases.
Every likely lad in town
Gathers up the pieces.
If there's one gone whistling by
Would I let it grieve me?
Let him wonder if I lie;
Let him half believe me.

	-- Dorothy Parker

I was introduced to Dorothy Parker and her wonderfully sassy works courtesy
the Minstrels. I always thought that her works were reminiscent of mischief,
cocky charm and a whole lot of free-spirited impishness. So you can imagine
how surprised I was when someone sent me this poem. It is so
uncharacteristic of her style or maybe that's my relative inexperience
speaking.  But there is such a heart-broken feel to this one... One of my
favourite lines is 'Lips that taste of tears, they say, are the best for
kissing'.

Picturesque, pensive and very imaginative, for lack of better adjectives,
this poem is a favourite, even though, it appears somewhat alien to Parker.

Lakshmi.

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http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1769.html
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