Her mind lives in a quiet room,
A narrow room and tall.
With pretty lamps to quench the gloom,
And mottoes on the wall.
There all the things are waxen neat,
And set in decorous lines.
And there are posies, round and sweet,
And little straightened vines.
Her mind lives tidily apart,
From cold and noise and pain.
And bolts the door against her heart,
Out wailing in the rain.
Dorothy Parker
A few Spring bird sightings
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The last several days have been great for birdwatching around the city as
spring bird migration is at its peak. As of today, Central Park has
recorded 14...
2 days ago
1 comment:
O, Dorothy Parker, thou hast said all that needs to be said. Ow, ow, ow. A more bitter image I can' imagine!
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