Quote by: Dorothy Parker

Little Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words. I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown The bitter woe that racks my cords apart. The weary pen that sets my sorrow down Feeds at my heart. There is no mercy in the shifting year, No beauty wraps me tenderly about. I turn to little words- so you, my dear, Can spell them out.


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Author Bio


  • NameDorothy Parker
  • DescriptionAmerican poet, short story writer, critic and satirist
  • AliasesDorothy Rothschild; Dot; Dottie
  • BornAugust 22, 1893
  • DiedJune 7, 1967
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionColumnist; Poet; Screenwriter; Writer