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SUN by MARIANNE MOORE

Poet Analysis

First Line: NO MAN MAY HIM HYDE
Last Line: MULTIPLIED FLAMES, O SUN!
Subject(s): FEAR; HOPE; OPTIMISM;

Hope and Fear—those internecine fighters—stop fighting and accost him

"No man may him hyde
From Deth, holow eyed,"
But for you, twin spirits, that shall not suffice:
You are not male nor female, but a plan
Deep set within the heart of man.
Splendid with splendor hid, you come from your Arab abode,
A fiery topaz smothered in the hand of a great prince who rode
Like you, Sun, forth when day began,
Flanked by his caravan.

O Sun, you shall stay
With us. Holiday
And day of wrath shall be as one, wound in a device
Of Moorish gorgeousness, round glasses spun
To flame as hemispheres of one
Great hour-glass dwindling to one stem. Consume hostility!
Employ your weapon in this meeting place of surging enmity!
Insurgent feet shall not outrun
Multiplied flames, O Sun!



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