Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)
1My own dear love, he is strong and bold
2 And he cares not what comes after.
3His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
4 And his eyes are lit with laughter.
5He is jubilant as a flag unfurled --
6 Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him.
7My own dear love, he is all my world, --
8 And I wish I'd never met him.
9My love, he's mad, and my love, he's fleet,
10 And a wild young wood-thing bore him!
11The ways are fair to his roaming feet,
12 And the skies are sunlit for him.
13As sharply sweet to my heart he seems
14 As the fragrance of acacia.
15My own dear love, he is all my dreams, --
16 And I wish he were in Asia.
17My love runs by like a day in June,
18 And he makes no friends of sorrows.
19He'll tread his galloping rigadoon
20 In the pathway of the morrows.
21He'll live his days where the sunbeams start,
22 Nor could storm or wind uproot him.
23My own dear love, he is all my heart, --
24 And I wish somebody'd shoot him.
19] rigadoon: a sprightly dance of the 17th- and 18th-centuries.
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Original text: Enough Rope: Poems by Dorothy Parker (New York: Boni and Liveright, 1926): 77. PS 3531 A5855E5 Robarts Library
First publication date:
Publication date note: Life (Oct. 23, 1924): 20.
RPO poem editor: Ian Lancashire
RP edition: RPO 1999.
Recent editing: 2:2002/3/6
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