My land is bare of chattering folk;
The clouds are low along the ridges,
And sweet's the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges.
The clouds are low along the ridges,
And sweet's the air with curly smoke
From all my burning bridges.
Sanctuary
About the poet
Dorothy Parker
1893 - 1967/Female/AmericanA poet, short story writer, critic, and satirist, she's best known for her wit, wisecracks and eye for 20th-century urban foibles.
View profile & all 50 Poems / StoriesMore from Dorothy Parker
The Veteran
When I was young and bold and strong,Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong!
But Not Forgotten
I think, no matter where you stray,That I shall go with you a way.
Fair Weather
This level reach of blue is not my sea;Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun,
General Review Of The *** Situation
Woman wants monogamy;Man delights in novelty.
Solace
There was a rose that faded young;I saw its shattered beauty hung
