Poems
BY MARIANNE MOORE
LONDON THE EGOIST PRESS 2 Robert Street, Adelphi, W.C.
1921
Several of these poems appeared in The Egoist; others in The Dial, Others and Contact.
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POEMS
BY MARIANNE MOORE
Prince Rupert’s drop, paper muslin ghost, white torch—“with pow’r to say unkind things with kindness, and the most irritating things in the midst of love and tears,” you invite destruction.
You are like the meditative man with the perfunctory heart; its carved cordiality ran to and fro at first, like an inlaid and roy’l immutable production;
then afterward “neglected to be painful” and “deluded him with loitering formality, doing its duty as if it did it not,” presenting an obstruction
Marianne Moore
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POEMS
PEDANTIC LITERALIST
TO A STEAM ROLLER
THOSE VARIOUS SCALPELS
FEED ME, ALSO, RIVER GOD,
TO WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON TAGORE
HE MADE THIS SCREEN
TALISMAN
BLACK EARTH
“HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK,” IT SAID
REINFORCEMENTS
ROSES ONLY
THE FISH
MY APISH COUSINS
WHEN I BUY PICTURES
PICKING AND CHOOSING
ENGLAND
DOCK RATS
RADICAL
POETRY
IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR
IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH?