Friday, November 7, 2014

A Certain Lady by Dorthy Parker

Dorthy Parker was born 1893 and died in 1967. She was a great American poet who was know for her wit and satire.

Analysis:
A Certain Lady is a poem that expresses the emotions that a women feels when she listens to the man he is in love with talk about other women. The speaker in this poem. The speaker in this poem is the author of the poem. Dorthy Parker is both the author and the speaker. She is the woman who is listening to her lover talk about other women. She is the woman who is laughing at her lover while she is really feeling the pain inside. The title of the poem, "A Certain Lady", tells the speaker of the poem. The certain lady is the speaker, Dorthy Parker.

In especially enjoyed this poem. The speaker of the poem, Dorthy Parker is very relateable character. Every girl, including myself can relate to this girl. We have all liked a man who is into other women and always talks about these women. He have all felt this pain while holding in our true feelings. 

A Certain Lady
by Dorthy Parker

Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head, 
       And drink your rushing words with eager lips, 
   And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red, 
       And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips. 
   When you rehearse your list of loves to me, 
       Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed. 
   And you laugh back, nor can you ever see 
       The thousand little deaths my heart has died. 
   And you believe, so well I know my part, 
     That I am gay as morning, light as snow, 
 And all the straining things within my heart 
     You'll never know. 

 Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet, 
     And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, — 
 Of ladies delicately indiscreet, 
     Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things. 
 And you are pleased with me, and strive anew 
     To sing me sagas of your late delights. 
 Thus do you want me — marveling, gay, and true, 
     Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights. 
 And when, in search of novelty, you stray, 
     Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go…. 
 And what goes on, my love, while you're away, 
     You'll never know.




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