Dorothy Parker
First Published July 2016
Dorothy Parker (August 22, 1893 – June 7, 1967) was an author, poet, screen writer. During the 1930's she could earn anything from $3 - $5,000 per week!
Earlier in 1926 she published her first volume of poetry entitled "Enough Rope." It sold over 47,000 copies and received critical praise indeed thank you very much.
She's the Phacemag July 2016 cover face because I have a really strong connection with her through one line she wrote in my favourite poem.
'Afternoon'
"And Done With This Desire"
Anyone who knew Dorothy will understand how powerful these few words are, the significance of them! She captures her life in Five words! Love This Woman so much - best pauliepaul x
Earlier in 1926 she published her first volume of poetry entitled "Enough Rope." It sold over 47,000 copies and received critical praise indeed thank you very much.
She's the Phacemag July 2016 cover face because I have a really strong connection with her through one line she wrote in my favourite poem.
'Afternoon'
"And Done With This Desire"
Anyone who knew Dorothy will understand how powerful these few words are, the significance of them! She captures her life in Five words! Love This Woman so much - best pauliepaul x
Dorothy - Wiki
Afternoon
When I am old, and comforted,
And done with this desire,
With Memory to share my bed
And Peace to share my fire,
I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands
Beneath my laundered cap,
And watch my cool and fragile hands
Lie light upon my lap.
And I will have a sprigged gown
With lace to kiss my throat;
I'll draw my curtain to the town,
And hum a purring note.
And I'll forget the way of tears,
And rock, and stir my tea.
But oh, I wish those blessed years
Were further than they be!
Dorothy Parker
And done with this desire,
With Memory to share my bed
And Peace to share my fire,
I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands
Beneath my laundered cap,
And watch my cool and fragile hands
Lie light upon my lap.
And I will have a sprigged gown
With lace to kiss my throat;
I'll draw my curtain to the town,
And hum a purring note.
And I'll forget the way of tears,
And rock, and stir my tea.
But oh, I wish those blessed years
Were further than they be!
Dorothy Parker
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