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Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time.
β Marianne Moore
poet, writer, essayist, translator, literary critic
π Read on Wikipedia1887 Β β 1972
Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time.
I don't consider In Distrust of Merits a poem. It's just a burst of feelings. It's emotion recorded, a 'haphazard form ' a protest.
I have been influenced by the Bible, Bach's music and contemporarily by Pound, Eliot, Stevens, Williams and Hopkins.
A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.
Everything I have written is the result of reading or of interest in people.
War is pillage versus resistance and if illusions of magnitude could be transmuted into ideals of magnanimity, peace might be realized.
I look upon verse as an exercise in composition.
Yes, I believe in prayer, as a mystery which can endow one with more power perhaps than any other spiritual mystery, yet a mystery that cannot be exposited to a point where it is not a mystery.
O to be a dragon, Felicitous phenomenon!
You are not male nor female, but a plan deep-set within the heart of man.
Consume hostility; multiplied flames, O Sun.
Poetry I too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond it after all, a place for the genuine.
If you demand on the other hand, genuine, you are interested in poetry.
'Hebrew poetry is, the occasion expediency, determines the form
that which is impossible to force, it is impossible to hinder.
My father used to say "Superior people never make long visits."
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; not in silence, but restraint.
This is a strange fraternity β these sea lions and land lions, the unicorn also, on its hind legs in reciprocity.
So wary as to disappear for centuries and reappear wrought like the work of expert blacksmiths ...
He's not outas the hero.
What is our innocence,naked, none is safe.
Beauty is everlastingand dust is for a time.
Some speak of things we know, as new; And you, of things unknown as things forgot.
We Call Them the Brave who likely were reluctant to be brave.
Impatience is the mark of independence, not of bondage.
What of it? We call them brave and there's nothing of worth to save.
Maine should be pleased that its animal insister, you have found a resister.
A symbol from the first, of mastery, the ravages of plague.
Staff and effigy of the animal the symbol of medicine.
If technique is of no interest to a writer, I doubt that the writer is an artist.
The problems is mastered β insupportably The Gordian knot need not be cut.
Love, ah Love, when your slipknot's drawn, One can but say, "Farewell, good sense."
We are what we were at birth, and each trait has remained None can diverge from the ends which Heaven foreordained.
Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time.
... imaginary gardens with real toads in them ...
Impatience is the mark of independence, not of bondage.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
