Dorothy Parker: 118
My fave Parker poem:
The Whistling Girl
Back of my back, they talk of me, Gabble and honk and hiss; Let them batten, and let them be-- Me, I can sing them this:
Better to shiver beneath the stars, Head on a faithless breast, Than peer at the night through rusted bars, And share an irksome rest.
Better to see the dawn come up, Along of a trifling one, Than set a steady man's cloth and cup And pray the day be done.
Better be left by twenty dears Than lie in a loveless bed; Better a loaf that's wet with tears Than cold, unsalted bread.
Back of my back, they wag their chins, Whinny and bleat and sigh; But better a heart a-bloom with sins Than hearts gone yellow and dry!
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Claude Debussy: 149
His are the sounds that make my stomach flutter, cause ear-to-ear grins and move me to tears. For me, listening to Debussy, my friends, is church.