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The Dark Girls Rhyme

Who was there had seen us  Wouldn't bid him run?

Heavy lay between us  All our sires had done.

There he was, a-springing  Of a pious race,

Setting hags a-swinging  In a market-place;

Sowing turnips over  Where the poppies lay;

Looking past the clover,  Adding up the hay;

Shouting through the Spring song,  Clumping down the sod;

Toadying, in sing-song,  To a crabbed god.

There I was, that came of  Folk of mud and name-I that had my name of  Them without a name.

Up and down a mountain  Streeled my silly stock;

Passing by a fountain,  Wringing at a rock;

Devil-gotten sinners,  Throwing back their heads,

Fiddling for their dinners,  Kissing for their beds.

Not a one had seen us  Wouldn't help him flee.

Angry ran between us  Blood of him and me.

How shall I be mating  Who have looked above-Living for a hating,  Dying of a love?

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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…

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