Sunday, March 28, 2010

"The Gentlest Lady" by Dorothy Parker

The Gentlest Lady
by Dorothy Parker

They say He was a serious child,
And quiet in His ways;
They say the gentlest lady smiled
To hear the neighbors' praise.

The coffers of her heart would close
Upon their smallest word.
Yet did they say, "How tall He grows!"
They thought she had not heard.

They say upon His birthday eve
She'd rock Him to His rest
As if she could not have Him leave
The shelter of her breast.

The poor must go in bitter thrift,
The poor must give in pain,
But ever did she get a gift
To greet His day again.

They say she'd kiss the Boy awake,
And hail Him gay and clear,
But oh, her heart was like to break
To count another year.


  1. Where'd the favorite button go? This is wonderful. I'm really starting to like this Dorothy Parker person.
    -Katie will someday sign in!

  2. BTW, I might have some poems to send you for your expert consideration...I have a study book for the SAT Lit test and there's some interesting stuff. I got lucky on the first practice test I took and got a passage from Mansfield Park. XD

  3. No one really used the favorite button, so it's gone. Anyway, comments are even better! ;)

    Yeah, I love Dorothy Parker! And her poems about Mary and Jesus really surprised me, because Dorothy Parker's other poems (and life) are usually cynical, suicidal, depressing, etc. But despite that, she rocks!

    Oooh, goodie! I can always use more poems! I'm running out right now! Mansfield Park!? Awesome! XD