Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SNAKES, MONGOOSES, SNAKE-CHARMERS, AND THE LIKE, by MARIANNE MOORE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I have a friend who would give a price for those long fingers all Last Line: Distaste which takes no credit to itself is best. Subject(s): Animals | ||||||||
I HAVE a friend who would give a price for those long fingers all of one length those hideous bird's claws, for that exotic asp and the mongoose products of the country in which everything is hard work, the country of the grass-getter, the torch-bearer, the dog-servant, the message-bearer, the holy-man. Engrossed in this distinguished worm nearly as wild and as fierce as the day it was captured, he gazes as if incapable of looking at anything with a view to analysis. "The slight snake rippling quickly through the grass, the leisurely tortoise with its pied back, the chameleon passing from twig to stone, from stone to straw," lit his imagination at one time; his admiration now converges upon this: thick, not heavy, it stands up from its travelling-basket, the essentially Greek, the plastic animal, all of a piece from nose to tail; one is compelled to look at it as at the shadows of the alps imprisoning in their folds like flies in amber, the rhythms of the skating-rink. This animal to which from the earliest times, importance has attached, fine as its worshippers have saidfor what was it invented? To show that when intelligence in its pure form has embarked on a train of thought which is unproductive, it will come back? We do not know; the only positive thing about it is its shape, but why protest? The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease. Distaste which takes no credit to itself is best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROMANTIC MOMENTS by TONY HOAGLAND INSECT LIFE OF FLORIDA by LYNDA HULL THE ANIMALS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE PRESENCES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES BESTIARY by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY THE FARMER'S BOY: WINTER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD I MAY, I MIGHT, I MUST by MARIANNE MOORE |
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