A Certain Lady by Dorothy Parker

<p>Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>A Certain Lady</p><p>By Dorothy Parker</p><p>Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,</p><p>      And drink your rushing words with eager lips,</p><p>  And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,</p><p>      And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.</p><p>  When you rehearse your list of loves to me,</p><p>      Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.</p><p>  And you laugh back, nor can you ever see</p><p>      The thousand little deaths my heart has died.</p><p>  And you believe, so well I know my part,</p><p>    That I am gay as morning, light as snow,</p><p>And all the straining things within my heart</p><p>    You'll never know.</p><p> </p><p>Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,</p><p>    And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, —</p><p>Of ladies delicately indiscreet,</p><p>    Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.</p><p>And you are pleased with me, and strive anew</p><p>    To sing me sagas of your late delights.</p><p>Thus do you want me — marveling, gay, and true,</p><p>    Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.</p><p>And when, in search of novelty, you stray,</p><p>    Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go….</p><p>And what goes on, my love, while you're away,</p><p>    You'll never know.</p>