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[The] whirlwind fife-and-drum of the storm bends the salt marsh grass, disturbs stars in the sky and the star on the steeple it is a privilege to see so much confusion.

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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
Privilege
Bends
Sky
Whirlwind
Star
Drum
Fife
Loss
Salt
Steeple
Stars
Confusion
Steeples
Much
Grass
Marsh
Storm
Disturbs
Disaster
Marshes

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