Poem by Dorothy Parker

Finis

Now it's over, and now it's done;
  Why does everything look the same?
Just as bright, the unheeding sun,--
  Can't it see that the parting came?
People hurry and work and swear,
  Laugh and grumble and die and wed,
Ponder what they will eat and wear,--
  Don't they know that our love is dead?

Just as busy, the crowded street;
  Cars and wagons go rolling on,
Children chuckle, and lovers meet,--
  Don't they know that our love is gone?
No one pauses to pay a tear;
  None walks slow, for the love that's through,--
I might mention, my recent dear,
  I've reverted to normal, too.

1. I Shall Come Back
2. Verse Reporting Late Arrival at a Conclusion
3. The White Lady
4. Social Note
5. Testament

Alexander Anderson Finis ("The swart smoke geni with his heart aglow")

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