A Certain Lady Comments

When you rehearse your list of loves.... wonderful expression!

Sick, if not for a sordid woman's character.

An insightful piece of poetry

Dorothy Parker was a great short story and novel writer as well.

I can't express in words what i feel about this beautiful poem.

an excellent poetess.i love this poem

I think this is the penultimate Dorothy Parker and I really never notice the rhyming because it is so natural, it just seems to happen rather than the author stretching to rhyme; one mark of an excellent poet to me.

One of my favourites by her, such ability to express a strong feeling, passion, yet not tell it to the loved one. Great!

I like the phrase drink your rushing words with eager lips. The protagonist is communicating her desire, her thirst for his attention. The phrase trace your brow with tutored fingertips makes me wonder how intimate her relationship is with this other person. Are they lovers of some sort? But the last line shows that this lack of consideration is a two way street: when he's away she might be having some adventures of her own.

absolutely love this poem. Here Dorothy leaves you in limbo of her thoughts. I picture a mischievous smile.

This is a poetic feeling expressed about the beautiful lady that is to be your very own. Words can run marvellously from the lips, and thoughts can be contrived after much meaningful talk. It is straightforward in its look, with relevant words according to the aim of a woman. Listening from this woman has collected a great deal of knowledge too eager for people in general. In the space of two stanzas a great schism has been revealed. It must be resolved. Pleasing is the sense of this poem, as a poem about love and passion. It is like an exposure of woman’s thinking, and what the thoughts are in their appearance. Indeed, the whole poem is rather gay and complimenting.

My heart aches for the women I have loved, and those to come. Alcohol clouds my mind at this time. There is an emptiness, I am always searching, learning and not understanding. Yet, there is still hope. My hands yearn to touch the face of one I haven't met... Save me from myself, I am love.