… ist ein wun­der­bar lako­ni­sches Gedicht von Doro­thy Par­ker zum The­ma „ewi­ge Liebe“:

By the time you swear you’re his,
Shi­ve­ring and sighing,
And he vows his pas­si­on is
Infi­ni­te, undying –
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.

Mir gefällt Par­kers tro­cke­ner Humor z.B. in „Frus­tra­ti­on“:

If I had a shi­ny gun,
I could have a world of fun
Spee­ding bul­lets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains;

Or had I some poi­son gas,
I could make the moments pass
Bum­ping off a num­ber of
Peo­p­le whom I do not love.

But I have no lethal weapon—
Thus does Fate our plea­su­re step on!
So they still are quick and well
Who should be, by rights, in hell.