Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CRITICS AND CONNOISSEURS, by MARIANNE MOORE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: There is a great amount of poetry in unconscious Last Line: Of carrying a stick? Subject(s): Critics & Criticism; Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
THERE is a great amount of poetry in unconscious fastidiousness. Certain Ming products, imperial floor coverings of coach wheel yellow, are well enough in their way but I have seen something that I like bettera mere childish attempt to make an imperfectly ballasted animal stand up, similar determination to make a pup eat his meat on the plate. I remember a swan under the willows in Oxford with flamingo colored, maple-leaflike fleet. It reconnoitered like a battle ship. Disbelief and conscious fastidiousness were the staple ingredients in its disinclination to move. Finally its hardihood was not proof against its proclivity to more fully appraise such bits of food as the stream bore counter to it; it made away with what I gave it to eat. I have seen this swan and I have seen you; I have seen ambition without understanding in a variety of forms. Happening to stand by an ant hill, I have seen a fastidious ant carrying a stick, north, south, east, west, till it turned on itself, struck out from the flower bed into the lawn, and returned to the point from which it had started. Then abandoning the stick as useless and overtaxing its jaws with a particle of whitewash pill-like but heavy, it again went through the same course of procedure. What is there in being able to say that one has dominated the stream in an attitude of self defense, in proving that one has had the experience of carrying a stick? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB I MAY, I MIGHT, I MUST by MARIANNE MOORE |
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