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“INTERIOR Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And mottoes on the wall. There all the things are waxen neat And set in decorous lines; And there are posies, round and sweet, And little, straightened vines. Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain.”

Book:The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker

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Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker, an American poet, playwright, and critic, was born on August 22, 1893, and died on June 7, 1967. Known for her wit, satire, and humor, she is a prominent figure in 20th-century American literature. more

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