Dorothy Parker

Here you will find the Poem The Dark Girl's Rhyme of poet Dorothy Parker

The Dark Girl's Rhyme

Who was there had seen us
 Wouldn't bid him run?
Heavy lay between us
 All our sires had done.

There he was, a-springing
 Of a pious race,
Setting hags a-swinging
 In a market-place;

Sowing turnips over
 Where the poppies lay;
Looking past the clover,
 Adding up the hay;

Shouting through the Spring song,
 Clumping down the sod;
Toadying, in sing-song,
 To a crabbed god.

There I was, that came of
 Folk of mud and name-
I that had my name of
 Them without a name.

Up and down a mountain
 Streeled my silly stock;
Passing by a fountain,
 Wringing at a rock;

Devil-gotten sinners,
 Throwing back their heads,
Fiddling for their dinners,
 Kissing for their beds.

Not a one had seen us
 Wouldn't help him flee.
Angry ran between us
 Blood of him and me.

How shall I be mating
 Who have looked above-
Living for a hating,
 Dying of a love?