Dorothy Parker

Here you will find the Poem Afternoon of poet Dorothy Parker


When I am old, and comforted,
 And done with this desire,
With Memory to share my bed
 And Peace to share my fire,

I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands
 Beneath my laundered cap,
And watch my cool and fragile hands
 Lie light upon my lap.

And I will have a sprigged gown
 With lace to kiss my throat;
I'll draw my curtain to the town,
 And hum a purring note.

And I'll forget the way of tears,
 And rock, and stir my tea.
But oh, I wish those blessed years
 Were further than they be!