Dorothy Parker

August 22, 1893 – June 7, 1967


When I am old, and comforted,

And done with this desire,
With Memory to share my bed
And Peace to share my fire,

I'll comb my hair in scalloped bands
Beneath my laundered cap,
And watch my cool and fragile hands
Lie light upon my lap.

And I will have a sprigged gown
With lace to kiss my throat;
I'll draw my curtain to the town,
And hum a purring note.

And I'll forget the way of tears,
And rock, and stir my tea.
But oh, I wish those blessed years
Were further than they be!

Dorothy Rothschild was born in West End, New Jersey in her parent's summer cottage in 1893. Her mother died less than five years later, and her father remarried two years after that. Dorothy hated her stepmother, and only called her "The Housekeeper". She also claimed that her father was abusive. Both of her parents had died by 1913, and at that time she was playing piano for a dancing school to get money. In a year, she had given a poem to Vanity Fair, and after working at Vouge for two years, she ended up working there. She married Edwin Parker II, but was separated from him when he went into service during WWI.

She made her first poetry book in 1926, which popularized her image as a witty and "salty humored" poet. She help make a play on Broadway, and had many of her works published in The New Yorker. In 1934, she got married to Alan Campbell. They moved to Hollywood and got a contract with Paramount, earning a minimum of 1,000 dollars a week. After the U.S.entered WWII, She made an anthology of her work. Years later after her husband's death, she returned to New York, and in 1967, she died of a heart attack.