Poem by Dorothy Parker

For a Sad Lady

And let her loves, when she is dead,
  Write this above her bones:
"No more she lives to give us bread
  Who asked her only stones."

1. Portrait of the Artist
2. Chant for Dark Hours
3. The Immortals
4. Unfortunate Coincidence
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