Dorothy Parker was an American poet, short story writer, critic and satirist, best known for her wit, wisecracks, and eye for 20th-century urban foibles.
Dearest one, when I am dead Never seek to follow me. Never mount the quiet hill Where the copper leaves are still, As my heart is, on the tree
Standing at my narrow bed.
Only of your tenderness, Pray a little prayer at night. Say: "I have forgiven now- I, so weak and sad; O Thou, Wreathed in thunder, robed in light,
Surely Thou wilt do no less."