Quote

Of the crow-blue mussel shells, one keeps adjusting the ash heaps opening and shutting itself like an injured fan.

Marianne Moore

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Marianne Moore
Age: 84 †
Born: 1887
Born: November 15
Died: 1972
Died: February 5
Essayist
Poet
Translator
Writer
Kirkwood
Missouri
Marianne Moore
Marianne Craig Moore
Fans
Adjusting
Like
Crow
Injured
Shells
Ashes
Opening
Keeps
Heaps
Blue
Shutting

More quotes by Marianne Moore

Image
Assign Yogi Berra to Cape Canaveral he could handle any missile.
Marianne Moore
Image
The mind is an enchanting thing.
Marianne Moore
Image
What I write could only be called poetry because there is no other category to put it.
Marianne Moore
Image
When one is frank, one's very presence is a compliment.
Marianne Moore
Image
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.
Marianne Moore
Image
Sun and moon and day and night and man and beast each with a splendor which man in all his vileness cannot set aside each with an excellence!
Marianne Moore
Image
Writing is an undertaking for the modest.
Marianne Moore
Image
The cynics in life are the people who are always trying to do things for people who don't want things done for them.
Marianne Moore
Image
Omissions are not accidents.
Marianne Moore
Image
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.
Marianne Moore
Image
repression, however, is not the most obvious characteristic of the sea the sea is a collector, quick to return a rapacious look.
Marianne Moore
Image
Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?
Marianne Moore
Image
Concurring hands divide flax for damask that when bleached by Irish weather has the silvered chamois-leather water-tightness of a skin.
Marianne Moore
Image
Superior people never make long visits.
Marianne Moore
Image
We are what we were at birth, and each trait has remained in conformity with earth's and with heaven's logic: Be the devil's tool, resort to black magic, None can diverge from the ends which Heaven foreordained.
Marianne Moore
Image
Excess is the common substitute for energy.
Marianne Moore
Image
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.
Marianne Moore
Image
A man is a writer if all his words are strung in definite sentence sounds.
Marianne Moore
Image
It is human nature to stand in the middle of a thing.
Marianne Moore
Image
Poetry is a peerless proficiency of the imagination.
Marianne Moore