Marianne Moore
Poetry by Marianne Moore

Poetry by Marianne Moore

I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle.Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers init after all, a place for the ...

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To A Steam Roller by Marianne Moore

To A Steam Roller by Marianne Moore

The illustrationis nothing to you without the application.You lack half wit. You crush all the particles downinto close conformity, and then walk back and forth on them. Sparkling ...

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The Past Is The Present by Marianne Moore

The Past Is The Present by Marianne Moore

If external action is effeteand rhyme is outmoded,I shall revert to you,Habakkuk, as when in a Bible classthe teacher was speaking of unrhymed verse.He said - and I think I repeat ...

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Silence by Marianne Moore

Silence by Marianne Moore

My father used to say,"Superior people never make long visits,have to be shown Longfellow's gravenor the glass flowers at Harvard.Self reliant like the cat --that takes its prey ...

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Marriage by Marianne Moore

Marriage by Marianne Moore

This institution,perhaps one should say enterpriseout of respect for whichone says one need not change one's mindabout a thing one has believed in,requiring public promisesof ...

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Spenser’s Ireland by Marianne Moore

Spenser’s Ireland by Marianne Moore

has not altered; - a place as kind as it is green,the greenest place I've never seen.Every name is a tune.Denunciations do not affectthe culprit; nor blows, but itis torture to ...

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Rosemary by Marianne Moore

Rosemary by Marianne Moore

Beauty and Beauty's son and rosemary - Venus and Love, her son, to speak plainly -born of the sea supposedly, at Christmas each, in company, braids a garland of festivity.Not ...

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No Swan So Fine by Marianne Moore

No Swan So Fine by Marianne Moore

"No water so still as thedead fountains of Versailles." No swan,with swart blind look askanceand gondoliering legs, so fineas the chinz china one with fawn-brown eyes and toothed ...

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A Grave by Marianne Moore

A Grave by Marianne Moore

Man looking into the sea,taking the view from those who have as much right to it as you have to it yourself,it is human nature to stand in the middle of a thing,but you ...

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Nevertheless by Marianne Moore

Nevertheless by Marianne Moore

you've seen a strawberrythat's had a struggle; yetwas, where the fragments met,a hedgehog or a star-fish for the multitudeof seeds. What better foodthan apple seeds - the ...

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Peter by Marianne Moore

Peter by Marianne Moore

Strong and slippery, built for the midnight grass-party confronted by four cats,he sleeps his time away -- the detached first claw on his foreleg which correspondsto the thumb, ...

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An Octopus by Marianne Moore

An Octopus by Marianne Moore

of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat,it lies 'in grandeur and in mass'beneath a sea of shifting snow-dunes;dots of cyclamen-red and maroon on its clearly definedpseudo-podiamade ...

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The Pangolin by Marianne Moore

The Pangolin by Marianne Moore

Another armored animal–scalelapping scale with spruce-cone regularity until theyform the uninterrupted central tail row! This near artichoke with head and legs andgrit-equipped ...

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To An Intra-Mural Rat by Marianne Moore

To An Intra-Mural Rat by Marianne Moore

You make me think of many men Once met, to be forgot againOr merely resurrectedIn a parenthesis of witThat found them hastening through itToo brisk to be inspected.

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Roses Only by Marianne Moore

Roses Only by Marianne Moore

You do not seem to realize that beauty is a liability ratherthanan asset - that in view of the fact that spirit creates formwe are justified in supposingthat you must have brains. ...

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He “Digesteth Harde Yron” by Marianne Moore

He “Digesteth Harde Yron” by Marianne Moore

Although the aepyornis or roc that lived in Madagascar, andthe moa are extinct,the camel-sparrow, linked with them in size--the large sparrowXenophon saw walking by a stream--was ...

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The Paper Nautilus by Marianne Moore

The Paper Nautilus by Marianne Moore

For authorities whose hopesare shaped by mercenaries?Writers entrapped byteatime fame and bycommuters' comforts? Not for thesethe paper nautilusconstructs her thin glass ...

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The Fish by Marianne Moore

The Fish by Marianne Moore

wadethrough black jadeOf the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keepsadjusting the ash heaps;opening and shutting itself like aninjured fan.The barnacles which encrust the sideof the ...

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The Steeple-Jack by Marianne Moore

The Steeple-Jack by Marianne Moore

Dürer would have seen a reason for livingin a town like this, with eight stranded whalesto look at; with the sweet sea air coming into your houseon a fine day, from water ...

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Baseball And Writing by Marianne Moore

Baseball And Writing by Marianne Moore

Fanaticism?No.Writing is excitingand baseball is like writing. You can never tell with eitherhow it will goor what you will do; generating excitement-- a fever in the victim-- ...

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He Made This Screen by Marianne Moore

He Made This Screen by Marianne Moore

not of silver nor of coral, but of weatherbeaten laurel. Here, he introduced a sea uniform like tapestry; here, a fig-tree; there, a face; there, a dragon circling space -- ...

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Appellate Jurisdiction by Marianne Moore

Appellate Jurisdiction by Marianne Moore

Fragments of sin are a part of me.New brooms shall sweep clean the heart of me. Shall they? Shall they?When this light life shall have passed away,God shall redeem me, a ...

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Nine Nectarines And Other Porcelain by Marianne Moore

Nine Nectarines And Other Porcelain by Marianne Moore

Arranged by two's as peaches are,at intervals that all may live—eight and a single one, on twigs thatgrew the year before—they look likea derivative;although not uncommonlythe ...

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The Mind is a wonderful Thing by Marianne Moore

The Mind is a wonderful Thing by Marianne Moore

is an enchanted thinglike the glaze on a katydid-wingsubdivided by suntill the nettings are legion.Like Giesking playing Scarltti;like the apteryx-awlas a beak, or the kiwi's ...

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What Are Years by Marianne Moore

What Are Years by Marianne Moore

What is our innocence,what is our guilt? All arenaked, none is safe. And whenceis courage: the unanswered question,the resolute doubt, —dumbly calling, deafly listening—thatin ...

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His Shield by Marianne Moore

His Shield by Marianne Moore

The pin-swin or spine-swine(the edgehog miscalled hedgehog) with all his edges out,echidna and echinoderm in distressed-pin-cushion thorn-fur coats, the spiny pig or porcupine,the ...

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