There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
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Prince or commoner, tenor or bass, Painter or plumber or never-do-well, Do me a favor and shut your face - Poets alone should kiss and tell.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote emphasizes that poetry should be a private, intimate affair, rather than something to be flaunted or discussed openly.
Dorothy Parker's quote critiques the tendency of some individuals to externalize their feelings and experiences, insisting that poetry, a form of deep personal expression, should remain sacred and discreet. By stating that only poets should share their intimate experiences, Parker calls for a distinction between the art of poetry and the mundane sharing of personal lives by others, suggesting that true artistry is often best kept private.
Themes
PoetryIntimacyArtistryExpressionSecrecy
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a discussion about the nature of artistic expression at a poetry reading.
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