Dorothy Parker

Amo Dorothy Parker. Il cinismo, il sense of humor, la grande abilità nel trasformare pensieri in parole taglienti e dolcissime. E' stata una nota alcoolista ma se potessi darei un braccio solo per stare seduto al bancone di un pub a bere e discorrere del mondo.

Mi vengono in mente tre poesie in particolare: la prima è piuttosto famosa, le altre due un po' di meno ma lo stesso molto belle.
Eccole rigorsamente in originale:

Resumé

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

Prophetic Soul

Because your eyes are slant and slow,
Because your hair is sweet to touch,
My heart is high again; but oh,
I doubt if this will get me much.

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.

Thank you so much, Dorothy.