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Marianne Moore
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Index
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Modernism
Objectivism
¡°Poetry¡±
¡°The Mind Is An Enchanting Thing¡±
¡°The Pangolin¡±
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Moore to Pound, Jan 9, 1919
I was born in 1887 and brought up in the home of my grandfather, a clergyman of the Presbyterian church. I am Irish by descent, possibly Scotch also, but purely Celtic, was graduated from Bryn Mawr in 1909 and taught shorthand, typewriting and commercial law at the government Indian School in Carlisle, Pennsylvania, from 1911 to 1915. In 1916, my mother and I left our home in Carlisle to be with my brother -also a clergyman-in Chatham, New Jersey-but since the war, Chaplain of the battleship Rhode Island and by reason of my brother`s entering the navy, my mother and I are living at present in New York, in a small apartment. . . . contrary to your impression, I am altogether blond and¡¦(»ý·«)
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important beyond all
this fiddle.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one
discovers in
it after all, a place for the genuine.
Hands that can grasp, eyes
that can dilate, hair that can rise
if it must, these things are important not because a
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BUT, ¡°the genuine¡± ¡æ ½Ã¸¦ ÅëÇØ ¹ß°ß ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖÀ½
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¡°Poetry¡±
the same thing may be said for all of us that we
do not admire what
we cannot understand: The bat,
holding on upside down or in quest of something to
eat, elephants pushing, a wild horse taking a roll, a tireless wolf
under
a tree, the immovable critic twitching his skin like a horse
that feels a flea, the base-
ball fan, the statistician
.
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¡°Poetry¡±
school-books`; all these phenomena are importa