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Marianne Moore
Age: 84 †
Born: 1887
Born: November 15
Died: 1972
Died: February 5
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Kirkwood
Missouri
Marianne Moore
Marianne Craig Moore
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As contagion of sickness makes sickness, contagion of trust can make trust.
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Conscious writing can be the death of poetry.
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Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.
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The mind is an enchanting thing is an enchanted thing, like the glaze on a katydid-wing subdivided by sun till the nettings are legion.
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I see no reason for calling my work poetry except that there is no other category in which to put it.
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Maine should be pleased that its animal is not a waverer, and rather than fight, lets the primed quill fall. Shallow oppressor, intruder, insister, you have found a resister.
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The power of the visible is the invisible.
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Of the crow-blue mussel shells, one keeps adjusting the ash heaps opening and shutting itself like an injured fan.
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They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.
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When we think we don't like art it is because it is artificial art.
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Impatience is the mark of independence, not of bondage.
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The weak overcomes its/ menace, the strong over-/comes itself.
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If you will tell me why the fen appears impassable, I then will tell you why I think that I can cross it if I try.
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I wonder what Adam and Eve think of it by this time.
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What is our innocence, What is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe.
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the ocean, under the pulsation of lighthouses and noise of bell buoys, advances as usual, looking as if it were not that ocean in which dropped things are bound to sink-- in which if they turn and twist, it is neither with volition nor consciousness.
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In a poem the excitement has to maintain itself. I am governed by the pull of the sentence as the pull of a fabric is governed by gravity.
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The heart that gives, gathers.
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Concurring hands divide flax for damask that when bleached by Irish weather has the silvered chamois-leather water-tightness of a skin.
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What I write could only be called poetry because there is no other category to put it.
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