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Where does the good go

What the what?

It’s STILL MARCH??! Bastards! Well, I can’t think of any other women written poems, so I retreat to my old standby…

Symptom Recital
By Dorothy Parker

I do not like my state of mind;
I’m bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn’s recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I’m disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I’d be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men….
I’m due to fall in love again.

5 Responses to “What the what?”

  1. Angela Says:

    Too cynical for me. I’ve tried to read her stuff before (on your recommendation) and it’s too much negativity for me.

    Sure, I’m a hater, but I like to be pleasant and positive while doing so.

  2. Dawn Summers Says:

    Gasp!

  3. Tae Says:

    Aw. I always thought she leaned more toward sarcasm than cynicism. It’s a little tongue-in-cheek. I haven’t read this one before. Love it. I think this one is going on my wall for a bit. Maybe I’ll have a Wednesday poetry wall in the office. Hm.

  4. Angela Says:

    Hmm, Tae you’re probably right that it’s more sarcasm than cynicism. Either way, it doesn’t mesh with my attitude of pleasant displeasure with most humans.

  5. Pdov Says:

    I love Parker, I think she has both sarcasm and cynicism down pat. And while I don’t always tend to look at the world through her prism, I am, like Angela, a bit more upbeat about the whole thing, I still appreciate her voice.

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