Friday Poem: 'Indian Summer'
A Friday poem by author, poet and screenwriter Dorothy Parker.
A Friday poem by author, poet and screenwriter Dorothy Parker.
Originally published in Dorothy Parker's 1926 poetry collection, Enough Rope.
Indian Summer
In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.
But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!
Dorothy Parker was born in New York in August 1893 and was a founding member of the Algonquin Round Table in the city. Her satirical wit and sharp-edged humour earned her a reputation as one of the funniest women in America, a reputation that endures fifty years after her death. Find out more about her on the Dorothy Parker society website.