Marianne Moore
Marianne Craig Moore was an American modernist poet, critic, translator, and editor. Her poetry is noted for its formal innovation, precise diction, irony, and wit. In 1968, she was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature by Nobel Committee member Erik Lindegren.
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Trending topics shown first"Poetry is a magic of pauses ... not a thing of tunes, but of heightened consciousness."
"I have learned more from Ezra Pound about writing than from anyone else."
"You know I don't really understand much of my poetry myself. Of course, I was convinced I understood it when I wrote it !"
"A willingness to satisfy contradictory objections to one's manner of writing might turn one's work into the donkey that finally found itself being carried by its masters, since some readers suggest th…"
"For me, a poem starts when a felicitious phrase springs to mind."
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