2 poemitas de Dorothy Parker

A Very Short Song


Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.

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For A Sad Lady


And let her loves, when she is dead,
Write this above her bones:
"No more she lives to give us bread
Who asked her only stones."