Epitaph by Dorothy Parker.
Recorded, edited, and produced by myself.
Young Adult (18-35)
North American (General)
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Reading epitaph by Dorothy Parker the first time I died I walked my ways. I followed the file of limping days. I held me tall with my head flung up, but I dared not look on the New Moons Cup. I dared not look on the sweet young rain and between my ribs with a gleaming pane. The next time I died they laid me deep. They spoke worn words to hollow my sleep. They tossed me pedals, They breathe me fern. They waited me down with a marble urn, and I lie here warm, and I lie here dry and watch the worms slipped by, slipped by.