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Everything I have written is the result of reading or of interest in people.
Marianne Moore
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Marianne Moore
Age: 84 †
Born: 1887
Born: November 15
Died: 1972
Died: February 5
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Marianne Craig Moore
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Victory won't come to me unless I go to it a grape tendril ties a knot in knots till knotted thirty times
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Men are monopolists of stars, garters, buttons and other shining baubles- unfit to be the guardians of another person's happiness.
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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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Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?
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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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Below the incandescent stars / below the incandescent fruit, / the strange experience of beauty / its existence is too much / it tears one to pieces / and each fresh wave of consciousness / is poison.
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The hands are the heart's messengers.
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One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express.
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Poetry ... ... a place for the genuine, Hands that can grasp, eyes that can dilate, hair that can rise
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Assign Yogi Berra to Cape Canaveral he could handle any missile.
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that which is impossible to force, it is impossible to hinder.
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A man is a writer if all his words are strung in definite sentence sounds.
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You are not male nor female, but a plan deep-set within the heart of man.
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Yule—Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner—of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.
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The prey of fear, he, always curtailed, extinguished, thwarted by the dusk, work partly done, says to the alternating blaze, Again the sun! anew each day and new and new and new, that comes into and steadies my soul.
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When one is frank, one's very presence is a compliment.
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So wary as to disappear for centuries and reappear but never caught, the unicorn has been preserved by an unmatched device wrought like the work of expert blacksmiths.
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... imaginary gardens with real toads in them ... ... if you demand on one hand, the raw material of poetry in all its rawness and that which is on the other hand genuine, then you are interested in poetry.
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All are / naked, none is safe.
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Conscious writing can be the death of poetry.
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