American poet (1887–1972)
Marianne Moore (15 November 1887 – 5 February 1972) was a Modernist American poet and writer. For her Collected Poems (1951), she received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, the National Book Award, and the Bollingen Prize.
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Marianne Craig Moore
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In the days of Prismatic Color
not in the days of Adam and Eve, but when Adam
was alone; when there was no smoke and color was
fine, not with the refinement
of early civilization art, but because
of its originality; with nothing to modify it but the
mist that went up, obliqueness was a variation
of the perpendicular, plain to see and
to account for: it is no
longer that; nor did the blue-red-yellow band
of incandescence that was color keep its stripe
"As for "A Grave," it has a significance apart from the literal origin, which was a man who
placed himself between my mother and me, and the surf we were watching from the
middle ledge of rocks on Monhegan Island [in Maine] after the storm. ("Don't be
annoyed," my mother said. "It is human nature to stand in the middle of a thing.")"
... The world's an orphan's home. Shall
we never have peace without sorrow?
without pleas of the dying for
help that won't come? O
quiet form upon the dust, I cannot
look and yet I must. If these great patient
dyings - all these agonies
and wound bearings and bloodshed-
can teach us how to live, these
dyings were not wasted.