1 мин
Слушать(AI)The Choice
He'd have given me rolling lands, Houses of marble, and billowing farms,
Pearls, to trickle between my hands, Smoldering rubies, to circle my arms.
You- you'd only a lilting song, Only a melody, happy and high,
You were sudden and swift and strong- Never a thought for another had I.
He'd have given me laces rare, Dresses that glimmered with frosty sheen,
Shining ribbons to wrap my hair, Horses to draw me, as fine as a queen.
You- you'd only to whistle low, Gayly I followed wherever you led.
I took you, and I let him go- Somebody ought to examine my head!
Dorothy Parker
Dorothy Parker (née Rothschild; August 22, 1893 – June 7, 1967) was an American poet, writer, critic, and satirist based in New York; she was be
Комментарии
Вам нужно войти , чтобы оставить комментарий
Другие работы автора
Rhyme Against Living
If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide; If cool my heart and high my head, I think, How lucky are the dead
Sonnet On An Alpine Night
My hand, a little raised, might press a star-Where I may look, the frosted peaks are spun, So shaped before Olympus was begun, Spanned each to each, now, by a silver bar Thus to face Beauty have I traveled far,
For A Lady Who Must Write Verse
Unto seventy years and seven, Hide your double birthright well-You, that are the brat of Heaven And the pampered heir to Hell Let your rhymes be tinsel treasures, Strung and seen and thrown aside Drill your apt and docile measures Sternl...
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,