{"product_id":"enough-rope-isbn-9780593466353","title":"Enough Rope","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003eNow available as a stand-alone edition, the famous humorist’s debut collection—a runaway bestseller in 1926—ranges from lighthearted self-deprecation to acid-tongued satire, all the while gleefully puncturing sentimental clichés about relations between men and women.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKnown as the wittiest woman in America and a founder of the fabled Algonquin Round Table, Dorothy Parker was also one of the Jazz Age’s most beloved poets. Her verbal dexterity and cynical humor were on full display in the many poems she published in \u003ci\u003eVanity Fair\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe New Yorker\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eLife\u003c\/i\u003e and collected in her first book in 1926. The poems in \u003ci\u003eEnough Rope\u003c\/i\u003e range from lighthearted self-deprecation to acid-tongued satire, all the while gleefully puncturing sentimental clichés about the relations between men and women.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eUnfortunate Coincidence\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBy the time you swear you’re his,\u003cbr\u003e   Shivering and sighing,\u003cbr\u003eAnd he vows his passion is\u003cbr\u003e   Infinite, undying—\u003cbr\u003eLady, make a note of this:\u003cbr\u003e   One of you is lying.\"Caked with a salty humor, rough with splinters of disillusion, and tarred with a bright black authenticity.” —\u003ci\u003eThe Nation\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eDOROTHY PARKER\u003c\/b\u003e (1893–1967) was born in New Jersey and grew up in New York. In 1916 she sold some poems to \u003ci\u003eVogue\u003c\/i\u003e and was given a job at the magazine writing captions for fashion photographs and drawings. Parker went on to become a drama critic at \u003ci\u003eVanity Fair\u003c\/i\u003e and the central figure of the celebrated Algonquin Round Table. Famous for her spoken wit, she showed the same satiric gift in her book reviews for \u003ci\u003eThe New Yorker\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eEsquire\u003c\/i\u003e and in her celebrated poems and stories.THRENODY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLilacs blossom just as sweet\u003cbr\u003eNow my heart is shattered.\u003cbr\u003eIf I bowled it down the street,\u003cbr\u003eWho’s to say it mattered?\u003cbr\u003eIf there’s one that rode away\u003cbr\u003eWhat would I be missing?\u003cbr\u003eLips that taste of tears, they say,\u003cbr\u003eAre the best for kissing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEyes that watch the morning star\u003cbr\u003eSeem a little brighter;\u003cbr\u003eArms held out to darkness are\u003cbr\u003eUsually whiter.\u003cbr\u003eShall I bar the strolling guest,\u003cbr\u003eBind my brow with willow,\u003cbr\u003eWhen, they say, the empty breast\u003cbr\u003eIs the softer pillow?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat a heart falls tinkling down,\u003cbr\u003eNever think it ceases.\u003cbr\u003eEvery likely lad in town\u003cbr\u003eGathers up the pieces.\u003cbr\u003eIf there’s one gone whistling by\u003cbr\u003eWould I let it grieve me?\u003cbr\u003eLet him wonder if I lie;\u003cbr\u003eLet him half believe me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE SMALL HOURS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo more my little song comes back;\u003cbr\u003eAnd now of nights I lay\u003cbr\u003eMy head on down, to watch the black\u003cbr\u003eAnd wait the unfailing gray.\u003cbr\u003eOh, sad are winter nights, and slow;\u003cbr\u003eAnd sad’s a song that’s dumb;\u003cbr\u003eAnd sad it is to lie and know\u003cbr\u003eAnother dawn will come.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE FALSE FRIENDS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThey laid their hands upon my head,\u003cbr\u003eThey stroked my cheek and brow;\u003cbr\u003eAnd time could heal a hurt, they said,\u003cbr\u003eAnd time could dim a vow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd they were pitiful and mild\u003cbr\u003eWho whispered to me then,\u003cbr\u003e“The heart that breaks in April, child,\u003cbr\u003eWill mend in May again.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOh, many a mended heart they knew,\u003cbr\u003eSo old they were, and wise.\u003cbr\u003eAnd little did they have to do\u003cbr\u003eTo come to me with lies!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWho flings me silly talk of May\u003cbr\u003eShall meet a bitter soul;\u003cbr\u003eFor June was nearly spent away\u003cbr\u003eBefore my heart was whole.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE TRIFLER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDeath’s the lover that I’d be taking;\u003cbr\u003eWild and fickle and fierce is he.\u003cbr\u003eSmall’s his care if my heart be breaking—\u003cbr\u003eGay young Death would have none of me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHear them clack of my haste to greet him!\u003cbr\u003eNo one other my mouth had kissed.\u003cbr\u003eI had dressed me in silk to meet him—\u003cbr\u003eFalse young Death would not hold the tryst.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSlow’s the blood that was quick and stormy,\u003cbr\u003eSmooth and cold is the bridal bed;\u003cbr\u003eI must wait till he whistles for me—\u003cbr\u003eProud young Death would not turn his head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI must wait till my breast is wilted,\u003cbr\u003eI must wait till my back is bowed,\u003cbr\u003eI must rock in the corner, jilted,—\u003cbr\u003eDeath went galloping down the road.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGone’s my heart with a trifling rover.\u003cbr\u003eFine he was in the game he played—\u003cbr\u003eKissed, and promised, and threw me over,\u003cbr\u003eAnd rode away with a prettier maid.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA VERY SHORT SONG\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOnce, when I was young and true,\u003cbr\u003eSomeone left me sad—\u003cbr\u003eBroke my brittle heart in two;\u003cbr\u003eAnd that is very bad.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLove is for unlucky folk,\u003cbr\u003eLove is but a curse.\u003cbr\u003eOnce there was a heart I broke;\u003cbr\u003eAnd that, I think, is worse.","brand":"Vintage","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46303983829221,"sku":"NP9780593466353","price":11.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593466353.jpg?v=1767726304","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/enough-rope-isbn-9780593466353","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}