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A Portrait by Dorothy Parker
Because my love is quick to come and go-
A little here, and then a little there-
What use are any words of mine to swear
My heart is stubborn, and my spirit slow
Of weathering the drip and drive of woe?
What is my oath, when you have but to bare
My little, easy loves; and I can dare
Only to shrug, and answer, "They are so"?
You do not know how heavy a heart it is
That hangs about my neck- a clumsy stone
Cut with a birth, a death, a bridal-day.
Each time I love, I find it still my own,
Who take it, now to that lad, now to this,
Seeking to give the wretched thing away.
Dorothy Parker Rothschild was born on August 22, 1893, to father Jacob and mother Eliza Rothschild, in New Jersey. Parker's mother, Eliza, passed away when she was only four years old. When Parker was seven years old her father remarried, Eleanor Francis. Parker despised her new stepmother and was angry at her father for remarrying. Parker went to Catholic school in the upper West Side. At the age of nine Parker's stepmother passed away. Her childhood was a sad one faced with death and depression. Parker was finished with her education by the age of 13. In 1912 Parker's brother Henry and his wife Lissie, were aboard the Titanic when it sank, they both perished that night. Her father, Jacob, passed away that very next year.
Parker battled depression her whole life, she often turned to drinking to help cope. Through all her personal hardships, she had a very successful career. By the age of 23 she became part of the editorial staff for Vogue. In 1917 she started working for Vanity Fair, the same magazine that published her first poem "Any Porch," in 1914. Later that year she met Edwin Pond Parker, the two married but then divorced in less than a year. Parker was said to marry to escape her Jewish last name. During this time she was writing theatre criticism. She met with two others on a daily bases for lunch and the group became the founding members of the Algonquin Round Table. Parker's reputation as being very witty and outspoken. Eventually it and her bluntness led to her being let go from her position at Vanity Fair.
Parker had many views about women being individuals without relying on their male partners for support. Her nontraditional ideas left her writings filled with sexism and how life in America was for an American woman. She was called a "sell out" by several critics because her poetry seemed to be written on very narrow topics. Her views to move for independence from a stereotypical women's role made her popular with many readers. She wrote over 300 poems over 15 years. She published her first volume of poetry "Enough Rope" in 1926. Parker then published two more volumes of verse, "Sunset Gun" in 1928 followed by "Death and Taxes" in 1931. She also published two books with a couple short stories "Laments for the Living" in 1930 and "After Such Pleasures," in 1933.
In 1934 Parker married Allan Campbell, with whom she formed a screen writing team for Paramount Pictures. The couple stayed together 16 years before going their separated. The two remarried in 1950 and stayed together until his death in 1967. In 1936, she wrote the lyrics for the song "I Wished on the Moon," with the music done by Ralph Rainger. In 1937 she wrote a script "A Star is Born," with cowriters, Carson and Campbell. It was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Writing/Screenplay. She received an Oscar nomination, with Frank Cavett, for "Smash-Up, the Story of a Woman" in 1947.
Parker's writings became a part of American history and her work was a good example of American Jeremiad. It helped changed the beliefs of many of its readers. She showed a realistic portrayal of those who had a lack of education do to social class and sex. She still stands out to this day in our history as a woman and a writer for her witty and blunt writings. Parker's work seemed to really take off in the 1950's as women left their homes and became more and more involved in the world around them.
Dorothy Parker died from a heart attack on June 7, 1967, at the age of 73.
Fair Weather by Dorothy Parker
This level reach of blue is not my sea;
Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun,
Whose quiet ripples meet obediently
A marked and measured line, one after one.
This is no sea of mine. that humbly laves
Untroubled sands, spread glittering and warm.
I have a need of wilder, crueler waves;
They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm.
So let a love beat over me again,
Loosing its million desperate breakers wide;
Sudden and terrible to rise and wane;
Roaring the heavens apart; a reckless tide
That casts upon the heart, as it recedes,
Splinters and spars and dripping, salty weeds.
Portrait of the Artist by Dorothy Parker
Oh, lead me to a quiet cell
Where never footfall rankles,
And bar the window passing well,
And gyve my wrists and ankles.
Oh, wrap my eyes with linen fair,
With hempen cord go bind me,
And, of your mercy, leave me there,
Nor tell them where to find me.
Oh, lock the portal as you go,
And see its bolts be double....
Come back in half an hour or so,
And I will be in trouble.
Thank you all!
Stormy Lady
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From death, she was promised freedom;
the woman in the mirror lied
to her.
To her, speaking kind words of hope,
peace, and the world on a platter
promised.
Knowledge, beyond understanding,
enticed her to take a small bite
of death.
To her, with nothing left to lose,
making promises of all things
to live.
Of death, exploring the long dark,
searching rooms never seen by men
breathing.
To live, she becomes death's reaper;
a world of white awakes beneath
her feet.
Snow White, now beauty forsaken,
brings others into her dark world
to live.
Her feet leave a trail to follow;
light fades as death covers the world
snow white.
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LETTERS IN THE SAND.
We will waltz through this autumn; you with me
along the pathways that lead to the sea.
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We’ll scale mountains so high, tread valleys deep
and the love that we share promise to keep.
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With harmony in the flow of our dance
we’ll be floating along as in a trance.
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Horizon ever glows here in this land
where we leave signed love letters in the sand.
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