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Sto caricando le informazioni... Sunset Gun (1928)di Dorothy Parker
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Iscriviti per consentire a LibraryThing di scoprire se ti piacerà questo libro. Attualmente non vi sono conversazioni su questo libro. This collection contains some of my favorite Parker poems. I recall giving the "Parable for a certain Virgin" to a friend while a graduate student at Yale about 1979. This also contains the "Pig's Eye Views of Literature poems on 19th century writers (British except for the Dumas pere et fils and George Sand). More seriously, The Maid Servant at the Inn is the birth of Christ as seen by a maid --not witty, but nice in a quiet way --I read it for an SIU Christmas dinner once. ( ) Lamenting love lost, dreams broken, the cycle of hope and inevitable disappointment, tears that follow and that vicious inner voice that laughs at you telling you that you should have known better... Cursing yourself because you know you're caught in an endless loop doomed to make the same mistakes again and again, and yet accepting it, because that incurable hope, that things will work out , is the only thing that makes life slightly more bearable, even if it leaves only pain behind. Hope. Foolish, reckless, thrilling, disappointing hope. That's what most of her poetry is about. But instead of the usual flowery descriptions and romantic idealism, her writing is cynical and full of dry humor and quotable epigrams that insist on making you smile through the pain. Hers and yours. Dorothy Parker is a must read for anyone who finds poetry boring. But don't take my word for it, here are a couple of my favorites from this book: Interior Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And mottoes on the wall. There all the things are waxen neat And set in decorous lines; And there are posies, round and sweet, And little, straightened vines. Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain. Dorothy Parker The Red Dress I always saw, I always said If I were grown and free, I'd have a gown of reddest red As fine as you could see, To wear out walking, sleek and slow, Upon a Summer day, And there'd be one to see me so And flip the world away. And he would be a gallant one, With stars behind his eyes, And hair like metal in the sun, And lips too warm for lies. I always saw us, gay and good, High honored in the town. Now I am grown to womanhood.... I have the silly gown. Dorothy Parker nessuna recensione | aggiungi una recensione
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Google Books — Sto caricando le informazioni... GeneriSistema Decimale Melvil (DDC)818.52Literature English (North America) Authors, American and American miscellany 20th Century 1900-1945Classificazione LCVotoMedia:
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