Concurring hands divide flax for damask that when bleached by Irish weather has the silvered chamois-leather water-tightness of a skin. — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
It is in general true that in order to create works of art one has to have leisure. On the other hand… — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
Poetry ... ... a place for the genuine, Hands that can grasp, eyes that can dilate, hair that can rise — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
... imaginary gardens with real toads in them ... ... if you demand on one hand, the raw material of poetry in… — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express. — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
Victory won't come to me unless I go to it; a grape tendril ties a knot in knots till knotted thirty times — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; not in silence, but restraint. — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
“Do the poet and scientist not work analogously? Both are willing to waste effort. To be hard on himself is one ...of the main… — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
Camels are snobbish and sheep, unintelligent; water buffaloes, neurasthenic-- even murderous. Reindeer seem over-serious. — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
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… — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false. — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
Only imagination that towers can reproduce evanescence and render rigidity flexible. — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
