Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN OCTOPUS, by MARIANNE MOORE Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat Last Line: "in a curtain of powdered snow launched like a waterfall." Subject(s): Mount Rainier; Octopuses | ||||||||
Of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat, it lies "in grandeur and in mass" beneath a sea of shifting snow dunes; dots of cyclamen red and maroon on its clearly defined pseudopodia made of glass that will benda much needed invention comprising twenty-eight ice fields from fifty to five hundred feet thick, of unimagined delicacy. "Picking periwinkles from the cracks" or killing prey with the concentric crushing rigor of the python, it hovers forward "spider fashion on its arms" misleading like lace; its "ghostly pallor changing to the green metallic tinge of an anemone starred pool." The firtrees in "the magnitude of their root systems," rise aloof from these manvers "creepy to behold," austere specimens of our American royal families, "each like the shadow of the one beside it. The rock seems frail compared with their dark energy of life," its vermillion and onyx and manganese blue interior expensiveness left at the mercy of the weather; "stained transversely by iron where the water drips down," recognized by its plants and its animals. Completing a circle, you have been deceived into thinking that you have progressed, under the polite needles of the larches "hung to filter not to intercept the sunlight" met by tightly wattled spruce twigs "conformed to an edge like clipped cypress as if no branch could penetrate the cold beyond its company;" and dumps of gold and silver ore enclosing The Goat's Mirror that lady-fingerlike depression in the shape of the left human foot, which prejudices you in favor of itself before you have had time to see the others; its indigo, pea-green, blue-green, and turquoise, from a hundred to two hundred feet deep, "merging in irregular patches in the middle lake where like gusts of a storm obliterating the shadows of the firtrees, the wind makes lanes of ripples." What spot could have merits of equal importance for bears, elk, deer, wolves, goats, and ducks? Preempted by their ancestors, this is the property of the exacting porcupine, and of the rat "slipping along to its burrow in the swamp or pausing on high ground to smell the heather;" of "thoughtful beavers making drains which seem the work of careful men with shovels," and of the bears inspecting unexpectedly ant hills and berry bushes. Composed of calcium gems and alabaster pillars, topaz, tourmaline crystals and amethyst quartz, their den is somewhere else, concealed in the confusion of "blue forests thrown together with marble and jasper and agate as if whole quarries had been dynamited." And farther up, in stag-at-bay position as a scintillating fragment of these terrible stalagmites, stands the goat, its eye fixed on the waterfall which never seems to fall an endless skein swayed by the wind, immune to force of gravity in the perspective of the peaks. A special antelope acclimated to "grottoes from which issue penetrating draughts which make you wonder why you came," it stands its ground on cliffs the color of the clouds, of petrified white vapor black feet, eyes, nose, and horns engraved on dazzling ice-fields, the ermine body on the crystal peak; the sun kindling its shoulders to maximum heat like acetylene, dyeing them white upon this antique pedestal "a mountain with those graceful lines which prove it a volcano," its top a complete cone like Fujiyama's till an explosion blew it off. Maintaining many minds, distinguished by a beauty of which "the visitor dare never fully speak at home for fear of being stoned as an imposter," Big Snow Mountain is the home of a diversity of creatures: those who "have lived in hotels but who now live in campswho prefer to"; the mountain guide evolving from the trapper, "in two pairs of trousers, the outer one older, wearing slowly away from the feet to the knees"; "the nine-striped chipmunk running with unmammallike agility along a log"; the water ouzel with "its passion for rapids and high pressured falls," building under the arch of some tiny Niagara; the white-tailed ptarmigan" "in winter solid white, feeding on heather bells and alpine buckwheat"; and the eleven eagles of the west, "fond of the spring fragrance and the winter colors," used to the unegoistic action of the glaciers and "several hours of frost every midsummer night." "They make a nice appearance, don't they," happy seeing nothing? Perched on treacherous lava and pumice those unadjusted chimney-pots and cleavers which stipulate "names and addresses of persons to notify in case of disaster" they hear the roar of ice and supervise the water winding slowly through the cliffs, the road "climbing like the thread which forms the groove around a snail-shell, doubling back and forth until where snow begins, it ends." No "deliberate wide-eyed wistfulness" is here among the boulders sunk in ripples and white water where "when you hear the best wild music of the forest it is sure to be a badger," the victim on some slight observatory, of "a struggle between curiosity and caution," inquiring what has scared it: a stone from the moraine descending in leaps, another badger, or the spotted ponies with "glass eyes," brought up on frosty grass and flowers and rapid draughts of ice water. Instructed none knows how, to climb the mountain, by "business men who as totemic scenery of Canada, require for recreation, three hundred and sixty-five holidays in the year, these conspicuously spotted little horses are peculiar hard to discern among the birch trees, ferns, and lily pads, avalanche lilies, Indian paintbrushes, bears' ears and kittentails, and miniature cavalcades of chlorophylless fungi magnified in profile on the mossbeds like moonstones in the water; the cavalcade of calico competing with the original American "menagerie of styles" among the white flowers of the rhodendron surmounting rigid leaves upon which moisture works its alchemy, transmuting verdure into onyx. Larkspur, blue pincushions, blue pease, and lupin; white flowers with white, and red with red; the blue ones "growing close together so that patches of them look like blue water in the distance": this arrangement of colors as in Persian designs of hard stones with enamel, forms a pleasing equation a diamond outside and inside, a white dot; on the outside, a ruby; inside, a red dot; black spots balanced with black in the woodlands where fires have run over the ground separated by aspens, cats' paws, and woolly sunflowers, fireweed, asters, and Goliath thistles "flowering at all altitudes as multiplicitous as barley," like pink sapphires in the pavement of the glistening plateau. Inimical to "bristling, puny, swearing men equipped with saws and axes," this treacherous glass mountain admires gentians, ladyslippers, harebells, mountain dryads, and "Calypso, the goat flower that greenish orchid fond of snow" anomalously nourished upon shelving glacial ledges where climbers have not gone or have gone timidly, "the one resting his nerves while the other advanced," on this volcano with the bluejay, her principal companion. "Hopping stiffly on sharp feet" like miniature icehacks "secretive, with a look of wisdom and distinction, but a villain, fond of human society or the crumbs that go with it," he knows no Greek, "that pride producing language," in which "rashness is rendered innocuous, and error exposed by the collision of knowledge with knowledge." "Like happy souls in Hell," enjoying mental difficulties, the grasshoppers of Greece amused themselves with delicate behavior because it was "so noble and so fair"; not practised in adapting their intelligence to eagle traps and snowshoes, to alpenstocks and other toys contrived by those "alive to the advantage of invigorating pleasures." Bows, arrows, oars, and paddles for which trees provide the wood, in new countries are more eloquent than elsewhere augmenting evidence for the assertion that essentially humane, "the forest affords wood for dwellings and by its beauty stimulates the moral vigor of its citizens." The Greeks liked smoothness, distrusting what was back of what could not be clearly seen, resolving with benevolent conclusiveness, "complexities which still will be complexities as long as the world lasts"; ascribing what we clumsily call happiness, to "an accident of a quality, a spiritual substance or the soul itself, an act, a disposition, or a habit, or a habit infused to which the soul has been persuaded, or something distinct from a habit, a power" such power as Adam had and we are still devoid of. "Emotionally sensitive, their hearts were hard"; their wisdom was remote from that of these odd oracles of cool official sarcasm, upon this game preserve where "guns, nets, seines, traps and explosives, hired vehicles, gambling and intoxicants are prohibited, disobedient persons being summarily removed and not allowed to return without permission in writing." It is self evident that it is frightful to have everything afraid of one; that one must do as one is told and eat "rice, prunes, dates, raisins, hardtack, and tomatoes" if one would "conquer the main peak" of Mount Tacoma this fossil flower concise without a shiver, intact when it is cut, damned for its sacrosanct remoteness like Henry James "damned by the public for decorum"; not decorum, but restraint; it was the love of doing hard things that rebuffed and wore them outa public out of sympathy with neatness. Neatness of finish! Neatness of finish! Relentless accuracy is the nature of this octopus with its capacity for fact. "Creeping slowly as with meditated stealth, its arms seeming to approach from all directions," it receives one under winds that "tear the snow to bits and hurl it like a sandblast, shearing off twigs and loose bark from the trees." Is tree the word for these strange things "flat on the ground like vines"; some "bent in a half circle with branches on one side suggesting dustbrushes, not trees; some finding strength in union, forming little stunted groves, their flattened mats of branches shrunk in trying to escape" from the hard mountain "planed by ice and polished by the wind" the white volcano with no weather side; the lightning flashing at its base, rain falling in the valleys, and snow falling on the peak the glassy octopus symetrically pointed, its claw cut by the avalanche "with a sound like the crack of a rifle, in a curtain of powdered snow launched like a waterfall." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I'M WRESTLING WITH AN OCTOPUS by JACK PRELUTSKY THE OCTOPUS by JAMES INGRAM MERRILL THE FIRST STORY by NATHALIA CRANE OCTOPUS by ARTHUR CLEMENT HILTON LIKE THE OCTOPUS by JAMES LAUGHLIN OCTOPUS by JAMES INGRAM MERRILL I MAY, I MIGHT, I MUST by MARIANNE MOORE PEDANTIC LITERALIST by MARIANNE MOORE TO AN INTRA-MURAL RAT by MARIANNE MOORE NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE |
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