"For 37 years, Marianne Moore made her home on Cumberland Street in Fort Greene, a neighborhood she cherished as “decorous and leisurely.” In that phrase, one hears not just affection, but a poet’s precision — the cadence of a mind attuned to subtlety, to the quiet dignity of tree-lined streets and the hush of thoughtful afternoons.
Though her verse rarely named Fort Greene Park outright, its presence loomed like a gentle muse. Moore, ever the nature enthusiast, found in its green expanse a kindred spirit — a place where sparrows and sycamores offered their own kind of poetry. The park, long a haven for writers, became a silent companion to her craft, a space where inspiration drifted like leaves in autumn wind".