I think that I shall never know <br />Why I am thus, and I am so. <br />Around me, other girls inspire <br />In men the rush and roar of fire, <br />The sweet transparency of glass, <br />The tenderness of April grass, <br />The durability of granite; <br />But me- I don't know how to plan it. <br />The lads I've met in Cupid's deadlock <br />Were- shall we say?- born out of wedlock. <br />They broke my heart, they stilled my song, <br />And said they had to run along, <br />Explaining, so to sop my tears, <br />First came their parents or careers. <br />But ever does experience <br />Deny me wisdom, calm, and sense! <br />Though she's a fool who seeks to capture <br />The twenty-first fine, careless rapture, <br />I must go on, till ends my rope, <br />Who from my birth was cursed with hope. <br />A heart in half is chaste, archaic; <br />But mine resembles a mosaic- <br />The thing's become ridiculous! <br />Why am I so? Why am I thus?<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fairly-sad-tale/
