In May my heart was breaking-
Oh, wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking,
And sore it split in sleep.
And when it came November,
I sought my heart, and sighed,
"Poor thing, do you remember?"
"What heart was that?" it cried.
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I agree that there is a small splash of humor, but it is just a ripple in a deep, bittersweet poem. Dorothy speaks volumes with an economy of words.
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It's humorous but as well it's sorrowful. Or perhaps it's not humor and it just appears to be.
(I am listening to Shuffle Off To Buffalo - great song)
I've read it a few times, just to perhaps get the song I was listening to on Music Choice out of my ears -- but I still get that humorous feeling. I am not stating it's a happy-humor but still a humor none-the-less.
Anyways ..
A good piece written by Parker.
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