Clement Clarke Moore - Clement Clarke Moore Park

Clement Clarke Moore Park

Clement Clarke Moore Park, located at 10th Avenue and 22nd Street, is named after Moore. The playground there opened November 22, 1968, and it was named in memory of Clement Clarke Moore by local law the following year. The 1995 renovations to Clement Clarke Moore Park included a new perimeter fence, modular play equipment, safety surfacing, pavements and transplanted trees. This park is a well-liked and in-demand playground area used daily by local residents, who also gather there on the last Sunday of Advent for a reading of Twas the Night Before Christmas.

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    Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
    He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
    And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
    Clement Clarke Moore (1779–1863)

    More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
    And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
    “Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
    On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
    To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
    Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
    Clement Clarke Moore (1779–1863)

    Consciousness is cerebral celebrity—nothing more and nothing less. Those contents are conscious that persevere, that monopolize resources long enough to achieve certain typical and “symptomatic” effects—on memory, on the control of behavior and so forth.
    —Daniel Clement Dennett (b. 1942)

    Burn Ovid with the rest. Lovers will find
    A hedge-school for themselves and learn by heart
    All that the clergy banish from the mind,
    —Austin Clarke (1896–1974)

    There comes a point in many people’s lives when they can no longer play the role they have chosen for themselves. When that happens, we are like actors finding that someone has changed the play.
    —Brian Moore (b. 1921)

    The park is filled with night and fog,
    The veils are drawn about the world,
    Sara Teasdale (1884–1933)