Marianne Moore Poems
|2.||The Mind is a wonderful Thing||7/6/2015|
|3.||Nine Nectarines And Other Porcelain||2/11/2015|
|4.||What Are Years||3/12/2015|
|5.||To An Intra-Mural Rat||4/15/2010|
|11.||He "Digesteth Harde Yron"||1/20/2003|
|14.||The Paper Nautilus||1/3/2003|
|15.||No Swan So Fine||1/3/2003|
|16.||The Past Is The Present||1/3/2003|
|17.||To A Steam Roller||1/3/2003|
|18.||He Made This Screen||1/3/2003|
|21.||Baseball And Writing||1/20/2003|
Comments about Marianne Moore
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one
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
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 ...
The Paper Nautilus
For authorities whose hopes
are shaped by mercenaries?
Writers entrapped by
teatime fame and by
commuters' comforts? Not for these
the paper nautilus
constructs her thin glass shell.
Giving her perishable