A Well-Worn Story, by Dorothy Parker
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Day 24 of the 2007 Fun-a-Day project with the Artclash Collective.
A Well-Worn Story
By Dorothy ParkerIn April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.His eyes were hard as porphyry
With looking on cruel lands;
His voice went slipping over me
Like terrible silver hands.Together we trod the secret lane
And walked the muttering town.
I wore my heart like a wet, red stain
On the breast of a velvet gown.In April, in April,
My love went whistling by,
And I stumbled here to my high hill
Along the way of a lie.Now what should I do in this place
But sit and count the chimes,
And splash cold water on my face
And spoil a page with rhymes?
- Year Created: 2007
- Media
- digital graphics
- standard paper
Parker went through three
Parker went through three marriages (two to the same man) and survived several suicide attempts, but grew increasingly dependent on alcohol. Dismissive of her own talents, she deplored her reputation as a "wisecracker". Nevertheless, her literary output and her sparkling wit have endured.
From a conflicted and
From a conflicted and unhappy childhood, Parker rose to acclaim, both for her literary output in such venues as The New Yorker and as a founding member of the Algonquin Round Table, a group she later disdained. Following the breakup of that circle, Parker traveled to Hollywood to pursue screenwriting.
Dorothy Parker (August 22,
Dorothy Parker (August 22, 1893–June 7, 1967) was an American writer and poet, best known for her wit, wisecracks, and sharp eye for 20th century urban foibles.