Autumn Valentine
by Dorothy Parker
In May, my heart was breaking-
Oh, wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking,
And sore it split in sleep.
And when it came November,
I sought my heart and sighed,
"Poor thing, do you remember?"
"What heart was that?" it cried.
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Dorothy Parker, a renowned American poet, writer, critic, and satirist.