She's Beautiful Though I Have No Idea What She Looks Like

I was reminded today of how much enjoy Dorothy Parker. We all enjoy some snark these days but she was the mistress, long before someone made such an ugly word. Someone had used one of her short poems to head a chapter of fanfic and I can't find it now so I thought I'd scroll through and give some other gems from her highlight reel.

"If all the girls who attended the Yale prom were laid end to end, I wouldn't be a bit surprised."

"If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to."

"This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force."

Aha! I didn't find the fanfic but I did find the poem that inspired my renewed interest.

“My land is bare of chattering folk;
the clouds are low along the ridges,
and sweet's the air with curly smoke
from all my burning bridges.”

For those of us who were doing the 6 word biographies, doesn't this beat those all to shit?
“Ducking for apples - change one letter and it's the story of my life.”

And to close, something a little longer, a little more thoughtful yet no less visceral:

Star Light Star Bright

Star, that gives a gracious dole,
What am I to choose?
Oh, will it be a shriven soul,
Or little buckled shoes?

Shall I wish a wedding-ring,
Bright and thin and round,
Or plead you send me covering-
A newly spaded mound?

Gentle beam, shall I implore
Gold, or sailing-ships,
Or beg I hate forevermore
A pair of lying lips?

Swing you low or high away,
Burn you hot or dim;
My only wish I dare not say-
Lest you should grant me him.