Marianne Moore

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I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.
- Marianne Moore
Collection: Dissatisfied
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... 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.
- Marianne Moore
Collection: Real
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What is our innocence, What is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe.
- Marianne Moore
Collection: Guilt
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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.
- Marianne Moore
Collection: Beauty
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All are / naked, none is safe.
- Marianne Moore
Collection: Naked
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Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?
- Marianne Moore
Collection: Animal
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Everything I have written is the result of reading or of interest in people.
- Marianne Moore
Collection: Reading
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[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.
- Marianne Moore
Collection: Writing
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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.
- Marianne Moore
Collection: Experts
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Not 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.
- Marianne Moore
Collection: Real
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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
Collection: Heaven
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We prove, we do not explain, our birth.
- Marianne Moore
Collection: Birth
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You are not male nor female, but a plan deep-set within the heart of man.
- Marianne Moore
Collection: Heart
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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.
- Marianne Moore
Collection: Stars
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The Irish say your trouble is their trouble and your joy their joy? I wish I could believe it; I am troubled, I'm dissatisfied, I'm Irish.
- Marianne Moore
Collection: Believe