Marianne Moore

1887 - 1972

A Quote by Marianne Craig Moore on mind

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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.

Marianne Moore (1887 - 1972)

Source: The Mind Is an Enchanting Thing, 1944, st 1

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A Quote by Marianne Craig Moore on insincerity

Nor was he insincere in saying, "Make my house your inn." Inns are not residences.

Marianne Moore (1887 - 1972)

Source: Silence, 1935

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A Quote by Marianne Craig Moore on heaven and power

O to be a dragon, a symbol of the power of Heaven-of silk-worm size or immense; at times invisible. Felicitous phenomenon!

Marianne Moore (1887 - 1972)

Source: O To Be a Dragon, 1959

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A Quote by Marianne Craig Moore on accidents

Omissions are not accidents.

Marianne Moore (1887 - 1972)

Source: Complete Poems, 1967

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A Quote by Marianne Craig Moore

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

Marianne Moore (1887 - 1972)

Source: The Fish, 1935, sr. I,.

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A Quote by Marianne Craig Moore on poetry

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There is a great amount of poetry in unconscious fastidiousness.

Marianne Moore (1887 - 1972)

Source: Critics and Connoisseurs, 1935

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A Quote by Marianne Craig Moore on power

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The power of the visible is the invisable.

Marianne Moore (1887 - 1972)

Source: He "Digesteth Harde Yron," 1941, st. 8

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A Quote by Marianne Craig Moore on animals, humor, and sense of humor

Among animals, one has a sense of humor. Humor saves a few steps, it saves years.

Marianne Moore (1887 - 1972)

Source: The Pangolin, 1941, st. 8

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A Quote by Marianne Craig Moore on feeling and silence

"The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; not in silence, but restraint."

Marianne Moore (1887 - 1972)

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A Quote by Marianne Craig Moore on death and memory

We don't like flowers that do not wilt; they must die, and nine she-camel hairs aid memory.

Marianne Moore (1887 - 1972)

Source: The Sycamore, 1956, st. 2

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