Top 100 Marianne Moore Quotes
#1. If we can't be cordial to these creatures' fleece, I think that we deserve to freeze.
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#2. The deft white-stockinged dance in thick-soled
shoes! Denmark's sanctuaried Jews!
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#3. We don't like flowers that do not wilt; they must die, and nine she-camel hairs aid memory.
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#4. When one is frank, one's very presence is a compliment.
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#7. He who gives quickly gives twice / in nothing so much as in a letter.
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#8. I am governed by the pull of the sentence as the pull of fabric is governed by gravity.
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#9. 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.
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#11. The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence.
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#12. Words cluster like chromosomes, determining the procedure.
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#14. It is human nature to stand in the middle of a thing.
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#15. I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.
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#16. A man is a writer if all his words are strung in definite sentence sounds.
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#17. [Marianne Moore's definition of genuine poetry]
Imaginary gardens with real toads in them.
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#18. 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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#19. You're not free until you've been made captive by supreme belief.
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#20. O to be a dragon, a symbol of the power of Heaven-of silk-worm size or immense; at times invisible. Felicitous phenomenon!
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#23. We Call Them the Brave who likely were reluctant to be brave.
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#24. 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.
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#25. 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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#26. They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.
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#27. When they become so derivative as to become unintelligible,
the same thing may be said for all of us, that we do not admire what we cannot understand.
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#28. [On her use of quotations:] When a thing has been said so well that it could not be said better, why paraphrase it? Hence my writing, is, if not a cabinet of fossils, a kind of collection of flies in amber.
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#29. 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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#30. Camels are snobbish
and sheep, unintelligent; water buffaloes, neurasthenic
even murderous.
Reindeer seem over-serious.
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#31. One must be as clear as one's natural reticence allows one to be.
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#32. War is pillage versus resistance and if illusions of magnitude could be transmuted into ideals of magnanimity, peace might be realized.
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#33. Poetry, that is to say the poetic, is a primal necessity.
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#34. The weak overcomes its/ menace, the strong over-/comes itself.
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#35. 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.
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#37. You are not male or female, but a plan
deep-set within the heart of man.
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#39. Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
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#41. When you take my time, you take something I had meant to use ...
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#42. Everything I have written is the result of reading or of interest in people.
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#43. As contagion of sickness makes sickness, contagion of trust can make trust.
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#44. Poetry
...
... a place for the genuine,
Hands that can grasp, eyes
that can dilate, hair that can rise
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#46. One ventures, commits one's self, and if readers are not pleased, one can perhaps please one's self and earn that slender right to persevere.
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#48. At all events there is in Brooklyn
something that makes me feel at home.
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#49. Discovering Antarctica, its penguin kings and icy spires ...
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#50. Hindered characters / seldom have mothers / in Irish stories, but they all have grandmothers.
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#52. Life is energy, and energy is creativity. And even when individuals pass on, the energy is retained in the work of art, locked in it and awaiting release if only someone will take the time and the care to unlock it.
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#55. Impatience is the mark of independence, not of bondage.
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#56. There is no pleasure subtler than the sensation of being a good workman; and in work there is the sense of consanguinity-unconscious as a rule but sometimes conscious.
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#57. The sea is a collector, quick to return a rapacious look.
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#58. 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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#59. When one cannot appraise out of one's own experience, the temptation to blunder is minimized, but even when one can, appraisal seems chiefly useful as appraisal of the appraiser.
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#60. Does it follow that because there are poisonous toadstools
which resemble mushrooms, both are dangerous?
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#61. 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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#62. It is quite cruel that a poet cannot wander through his regions of enchantment without having a critic, forever, like the old man of the sea, upon his back.
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#63. Truly as the sun can rot or mend, love can make one bestial or make a beast a man.
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#64. Fanaticism? No. Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go ...
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#65. 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 in
it after all, a place for the genuine.
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#66. If you will tell me why the fen appears impassable, I then will tell you why I think that I can cross it if I try.
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#67. One detects creative power by its capacity to conquer one's detachment.
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#68. A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.
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#69. Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.
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#70. The sweet air coming into your house on a fine day, from water etched with waves as formal as the scales on a fish.
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#72. Assign Yogi Berra to Cape Canaveral; he could handle any missile.
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#74. When dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the poets among us can be "literalists of the imagination"
above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, "imaginary gardens with real toads in them," shall we have it.
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#76. Honesty - however dangerous - should be as valuable as radium it seems to me ...
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#77. My father used to say, "Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellows grave, or the glass flowers at Harvard."
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#78. Unconfusion submits
its confusion to proof; it's
not a Herod's oath that cannot change.
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#79. 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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#80. Poetry is a peerless proficiency of the imagination.
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#81. Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?
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#82. The cynics in life are the people who are always trying to do things for people who don't want things done for them.
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#83. Blessed the geniuses who know / that egomania is not a duty.
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#84. When we think we don't like art it is because it is artificial art.
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#85. The small tuft of fronds or katydid legs above each eye, still
numbering the units in each group;
the shadbones regularly set about the mouth, to droop or rise
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#88. It is in general true that in order to create works of art one has to have leisure. On the other hand I think that one needs to experience resistance in a practical sense, and even that which is poignant to bring out what makes easy reading for others. Too much deprivation of course, means death.
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#89. What is
there in being able
to say that one has dominated the stream in an attitude of
self-defense;
in proving that one has had the experience
of carrying a stick?
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#90. The ocean, under the pulsation of lighthouses and noise of bell
buoys,
advances as usual, looking as if it were not that ocean in which
dropped things are bound to sink
in which if they turn and twist, it is neither with volition nor
consciousness.
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#91. I wonder what Adam and Eve think of it by this time.
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#92. The mind is an enchanting thing is an enchanted thing, like the glaze on a katydid-wing subdivided by sun till the nettings are legion.
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#93. What is our innocence, What is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe.
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#95. I must fight
Til I have conquered
In myself
what causes war
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#96. A symbol from the first, of mastery, experiments such as Hippocrates made and substituted for vague speculation stayed the ravages of plague.
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#98. Of the crow-blue mussel shells, one keeps
adjusting the ash heaps;
opening and shutting itself like
an
injured fan.
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#99. [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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#100. 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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