A personal selection of reviews, essays, extracts and quotations from an eclectic range of books and articles. They are here because I love them.
Dorothy Parker (August 22, 1893 – June 7, 1967)
dear love, he is strong and bold
he cares not what comes after.
words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
his eyes are lit with laughter.
jubilant as a flag unfurled --
a girl, she'd not forget him.
dear love, he is all my world, --
I wish I'd never met him.
love, he's mad, and my love, he's fleet,
a wild young wood-thing bore him!
ways are fair to his roaming feet,
the skies are sunlit for him.
sharply sweet to my heart he seems
the fragrance of acacia.
dear love, he is all my dreams, --
I wish he were in Asia.
runs by like a day in June,
he makes no friends of sorrows.
He'll tread his galloping
the pathway of the morrows.
live his days where the sunbeams start,
could storm or wind uproot him.
dear love, he is all my heart, --
I wish somebody'd shoot him.