Marianne Moore

(November 15, 1887 – February 5, 1972 / Kirkwood, Missouri)

Marianne Moore Poems

1. Poetry 1/3/2003
2. A Grave 1/3/2003
3. Silence 1/3/2003
4. Marriage 1/3/2003
5. The Past Is The Present 1/3/2003
6. Baseball And Writing 1/20/2003
7. To A Steam Roller 1/3/2003
8. Rosemary 1/3/2003
9. He Made This Screen 1/3/2003
10. Nevertheless 1/3/2003
11. The Pangolin 1/3/2003
12. The Steeple-Jack 1/3/2003
13. No Swan So Fine 1/3/2003
14. The Paper Nautilus 1/3/2003
15. Peter 1/3/2003
16. Spenser's Island 1/3/2003
17. He "Digesteth Harde Yron" 1/20/2003
18. The Fish 4/15/2010
19. An Octopus 4/15/2010
20. Roses Only 4/15/2010
21. His Shield 4/15/2010
22. To An Intra-Mural Rat 4/15/2010
23. What Are Years 3/12/2015
24. Nine Nectarines And Other Porcelain 2/11/2015
Best Poem of 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 in
it after all, a place for the genuine.
Hands that can grasp, eyes
that can dilate, hair that can rise
if it must, these things are important not because a

high-sounding interpretation can be put upon them but because
they are
useful. When they become so derivative as to become
the same thing may be said for all of us, that we
do not admire what
we cannot understand: the ...

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The Steeple-Jack

Dürer would have seen a reason for living
in a town like this, with eight stranded whales
to look at; with the sweet sea air coming into your house
on a fine day, from water etched
with waves as formal as the scales
on a fish.

One by one in two's and three's, the seagulls keep
flying back and forth over the town clock,

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