POEM OF THE DAY -- "Braggart" by Dorothy Parker

A sad woman, a sad childhood, brilliant friends and talented writer, with a caustic wit and cynical stare.  Dorothy Parker and her work lies just under the radar for the most part.  I don't think it should be that way.

Dorothy formed the infamous literary group -- the Algonquin Round Table with Robert Benchley, Robert E. Sherwood, James Thurber, George S. Kaufman, Edna Ferber, Harpo Marx, Franklin P. Adams, and many others.

She lived a full life, that's for sure, with several marriages, much publicity, and several suicide attempts.

Here is one of her most famous poetry works,  Braggart...


Braggart

by Dorothy Parker 

The days will rally, wreathing
Their crazy tarantelle;
And you must go on breathing,
But I'll be safe in hell.

Like January weather,
The years will bite and smart,
And pull your bones together
To wrap your chattering heart.

The pretty stuff you're made of
Will crack and crease and dry.
The thing you are afraid of
Will look from every eye.

You will go faltering after
The bright, imperious line,
And split your throat on laughter,
And burn your eyes with brine.

You will be frail and musty
With peering, furtive head,
Whilst I am young and lusty
Among the roaring dead.