Abstract Poetry: Dorothy Parker: Epitaph
Dorothy Parker Epitaph
The first time I died, I walked my ways;
I followed the file of limping days.
I held me tall, with my head flung up,
But I dared not look on the new moon's cup.
I dared not look on the sweet young rain,
And between my ribs was a gleaming pain.
The next time I died, they laid me deep.
They spoke worn words to hallow my sleep.
They tossed me petals, they wreathed me fern,
They weighted me down with a marble urn.
And I lie here warm, and I lie here dry,
And watch the worms slip by, slip by.
Epitaph Group Analysis
To me: This poem seems to be a representation of how we tend to lose the joy in our lives long before we actually pass on. We walk around and we lead our lives day to day, but the excitement, joy, and love we have for life seems to fade away during a point in our lives if we're not careful we will miss the important parts of our lives while we are busy dealing with lives everyday mundane tasks.
The likeness to her "live death" and her actual death is what I think is so compelling about this poem. There actually seems to be more of a peaceful feeling to her final death. Her "live" death seems antagonizing and painful.
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