We are suffering from too much sarcasm. Marianne Moore sarcasmsuffer Change image and share on social
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads. Marianne Moore artcreategarden Change image and share on social
I see no reason for calling my work poetry except that there is no other category in which to put it. Marianne Moore callcategorypoetry Change image and share on social
It is human nature to stand in the middle of a thing. Marianne Moore humanmiddlenature Change image and share on social
Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others. Marianne Moore honestoverwhelminglyplease Change image and share on social
Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time. Marianne Moore beautydusteverlasting Change image and share on social
A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself. Marianne Moore hardunableunfair Change image and share on social
It is quite cruel that a poet cannot wander through his regions of enchantment without having a critic, forever, like the old man of the sea, upon his back. Marianne Moore backcriticcruel Change image and share on social
If technique is of no interest to a writer, I doubt that the writer is an artist. Marianne Moore artistdoubtinterest Change image and share on social