"Star Light, Star Bright--"

Star, that gives a gracious dole,
What am I to choose?
Oh, will it be a shriven soul,
Or little buckled shoes?

by Dorothy Parker Click to read full poem

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Awesome I love it
nicely written poem and a good use of words I like this poem who wrote A beautiful prayer, remaining timid and submissive, only with an intense wish...... Lest you should grant me him.... too good
nicely written poem and a good use of words
I like this poem who wrote
A beautiful prayer, remaining timid and submissive, only with an intense wish ...... Lest you should grant me him. ... too good
My only wish I dare not say- Lest you should grant me him..... Brilliant expression to expose the obsessive heart. Enjoyed.
Sounds like Dorothy knew what she wanted - but was at the same time fearful that she would be granted him. Perhaps it had something to do with the mention of a liar.... Miss Parker was an absolute pistol!
The end is interesting. I am glad that wishing on a star does not work. What would life be without a little bit of sorrow; a little bit of working for what we want? A little bit of waiting and a little bit of anticipation for the things to come whether they are good or bad.
Swing you low or high away, Burn you hot or dim; My only wish I dare not say- Lest you should grant me him An excellent poem on love which makes love eternal and supreme I enjoyed it. Col Muhammad Khalid khan
Brook flow-singing birds nice poem
Great poem! It totally flows beautifully
I think I would wish for the gold and sailing ships... definitely not the pair of lying lips :)
What a delicious poem! Oh so childlike but again a master of knowing what you want! How gracious. Very good poem
Great engaging style! Straight easy-to-read and definitely and enjoyable poem. Dorothy Parker's style is no frills style and she writes simply without prolixity and she does not make the reader try to find his way out of a literary maze of words. Real poetry!
I think she realizes that whatever her wish might be-love, fortune, passion, convention-there would be a sacrafice and a disappointment; nonetheless, her heart harbors a wish...a 'him.'
I'm not sure if DP is saying she'll not chose a man who wants to 'tame' her, or all men will try to do so, so she will chose none. Either way she is at her acidic best in this poem. Even the slightly old-fashioned tone adds bite.