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What I write could only be called poetry because there is no other category to put it.

Marianne Moore

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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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that which is impossible to force, it is impossible to hinder.
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