A Well-Worn Story, by Dorothy Parker

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A Well-Worn Story, by Dorothy Parker, artwork by Ivan Boothe

Day 24 of the 2007 Fun-a-Day project with the Artclash Collective.

A Well-Worn Story
By Dorothy Parker

In 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