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Enough Rope/Story of Mrs. W—

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3989541Enough Rope1926Dorothy Parker

Story of Mrs. W——

MY garden blossoms pink and white,A place of decorous murmuringWhere I am safe from August nightAnd cannot feel the knife of spring.
And I may walk the pretty placeBefore the curtsying hollyhocksAnd laundered daisies, round of face—Good little girls, in party frocks.
My trees are amiably arrayedIn pattern on the dappled sky,And I may sit in filtered shadeAnd watch the tidy years go by.
And I may amble pleasantlyAnd hear my neighbors list their bonesAnd click my tongue in sympathy,And count the cracks in paving stones.
My door is grave in oaken strength,The cool of linen calms my bed,And there at night I stretch my lengthAnd envy no one but the dead.