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. I Shall Come Back
2. Verse Reporting Late Arrival at a Conclusion
3. The White Lady
4. Testament
5. Song of Perfect Propriety

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