Author: Marianne Moore

My father used to say, “Superior people never make long visits, Have to be shown Longfellow’s grave Nor the glass […]

wade Through black jade. Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keeps adjusting the ash-heaps; opening and shutting itself like An Injured […]

Fanaticism? No. Writing is exciting And baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either How it will go […]

For authorities whose hopes Are shaped by mercenaries? Writers entrapped by Teatime fame and by Commuters’ comforts? Not for these […]

Beauty and Beauty’s son and rosemary – Venus and Love, her son, to speak plainly – Born of the sea […]

The illustration Is nothing to you without the application. You lack half wit. You crush all the particles down Into […]

I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect […]

Dürer would have seen a reason for living in a town like this, with eight stranded whales To look at; […]

Another armored animal scale lapping scale with spruce-cone regularity until they Form the uninterrupted central tail-row! This near artichoke with […]

This institution, Perhaps one should say enterprise Out of respect for which One says one need not change one’s mind […]

Strong and slippery, Built for the midnight grass-party Confronted by four cats, he sleeps his time away The detached first […]