Friday, November 27, 2009

Lips That Taste of Tears

By Dorothy Parker (1926)

Lilacs blossom just as sweet
Now my heart is shattered.

If I bowled it down the street,
Who's to say it mattered?

If there's one that rode away,
What would I be missing?

Lips that taste of tears, they say
Are the best for kissing.

Eyes that watch the morning star
Seem a little brighter.

Arms held out to darkness are
Usually a little whiter.

Shall I bar the strolling guest
Bind my brow with willow,
When, they say, the empty breast
Is the softer pillow?

That a heart falls tinkling down
Never think it ceases.

Every likely lad in town
Gathers up the pieces.

If there's one gone whistling by,
Would I let it grieve me?

Let him wonder if I lie.
Let him half believe me.

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