thursday chocolate no. 7: the prettiest petit four of the day accompanied by a Dorothy Parker poem to temper the sweetness:
Cherry White
I never see that prettiest thing-
A cherry bough gone white with Spring-
But what I think, “How gay ‘twould be
To hang me from a flowering tree.”
Poor Mrs. Parker and her suicidal tendencies. For further explorations in Mrs. Parker, I recommend The Portable Dorothy Parker. I loved Dorothy Parker when I was a teenager.
Wondering whether this poem is too depressing to post. Then again, literature is dark, people. I don’t think I even knew what depression was until I read The Catcher in the Rye at age 12.
(via yummiliciousfood)
