Poetry

2    Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers that there is in
3    it after all, a place for the genuine.
5        that can dilate, hair that can rise
6            if it must, these things are important not because a
7high sounding interpretation can be put upon them but because they are
8    useful; when they become so derivative as to become unintelligible,
9    the same thing may be said for all of us, that we
10        do not admire what
11        we cannot understand: the bat,
12            holding on upside down or in quest of something to
14    a tree, the immovable critic twitching his skin like a horse that feels a flea, the base­
15    ball fan, the statistician --
16        nor is it valid
18school-books": all these phenomena are important. One must make a distinction
19    however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry,
20    nor till the poets among us can be
22        the imagination" -- above
23            insolence and triviality and can present
25    it. In the meantime, if you demand on one hand,
26    the raw material of poetry in
27        all its rawness and
28        that which is on the other hand
29            genuine, then you are interested in poetry.

Notes

1] Later Moore cut the poem to only three lines:
I, too, dislike it.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in
it, after all, a place for the genuine.
fiddle: "fussy trifling" (OED sb 6). Back to Line
4] dilate: widen (said of the pupils of the eye, in response to a loss of light). Back to Line
13] taking a roll: rolling in the dust, as to get rid of lice (OED "roll," sb 2, 1b "go and have a roll"; see 1820 citation). Back to Line
17] "Diary of Tolstoy; Dutton, p. 84: `Where the boundary between prose and poetry lies, I shall never be able to understand. The question is raised in manuals of style, yet the answer to it lies beyond me. Poetry is verse: prose is not verse. Or else poetry is everything with the exception of business documents and school books.'" Moore's note, p. 96, refers to Leo Tolstoy's Childhood, Boyhood, and Youth, trans. C. J. Hogarth (New York:Dutton, 1912); PG 3366 .D5 St. Michael's College Library. Back to Line
21] "`literalists of the imagination': Yeats; Ideas of Good and Evil, 1903; William Blake and his Illustrations to The Divine Comedy; p. 182; `The limitation of his view was from the very intensity of his vision; he was a too literal realist of imagination, as others are of nature; and because he believed that the figures seen by the mind's eye, when exalted by inspiration were `eternal existences,' symbols of divine essences, he hated every grace of style that might obscure their lineaments.'" Moore's note, p. 96, refers to W. B. Yeats' Ideas of Good and Evil (London: A.H. Bullen, 1903); del Y439 I33 1903a Fisher Rare Book Library. Back to Line
24] imaginary gardens with real toads in them: in some editions, Moore places quotation marks around these words, but their sourceis unknown. Possibly Moore had in mind "the garden front of Toad Hall"in Kenneth Grahame's The Wind in the Willows (New York: C. Scribner's sons, 1907; 1913 copy at del F Fisher Rare Book Library), a children's book with real poems in it. Cf. Grahame's account of Toad of Toad Hall: "During luncheon -- which was excellent, of course, as everything at Toad Hall always was -- the Toad simply let himself go. Disregarding the Rat, he proceeded to play upon the inexperienced Mole as on a harp. Naturally a voluble animal, and always mastered by his imagination, hepainted the prospects of the trip and the joys of the open life and the roadside in such glowing colours that the Mole could hardly sit in his chair for excitement" (Gutenberg text). Back to Line
Original Text: 
Marianne Moore, Observations (New York: The Dial Press, 1924): 30-31. PS 3525 O5616 O28 1924 Robarts Library. [Reprint of Poems (London: The Egoist Press, 1921), with some additions]
Publication Start Year: 
1919
Publication Notes: 
Others 5 (July 1919): 5.
RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
RPO Edition: 
RPO 1998.
Rhyme: 

Comments

A poem about poetry should look like a poem, but Marianne Moore writes cadenced prose.
The metre, vocabulary, and syntax of "Poetry" belong to business correspondence or
academic argumentation.

"Poetry" lacks end-rhymes and an accentual-syllabic metre. Her terminology includes
polysyllabic terms, and little runs of unstressed single-syllable words, neither of
which fit into conventionally iambic and trochaic feet. What can one make, metrically,
of "interpretation" (- - - / -), "unintelligible" (- - / - - -), and "statistician"
(- - / -), or "can be put upon them but because they are" (- - / - - - - - / - -)?
Moore ends lines often with unstressed words (not just unstressed final syllables of
words with a stress in them), that is, with determiners and auxiliary verbs: "not because a"
(6), "because they are" (7), "business documents and" (17), and "among us can be" (20).

Besides having an abstract, almost Latinate diction, Moore avoids words associated with
touchstone poems in the Romantic, Victorian, and Georgian periods. Love, the sea,
birds, sickness, night and light, death and graveyards, remarkable landscapes
and weather, children, and other conventional "poetic" topics never appear. Moore
promisingly refers to "Hands ... eyes / ... hair" but quickly shifts to a bat,
an elephant, a baseball fan, business documents, and toads. She often courts
cliché: "things that are important" (1; cf. 6, 18), "the same
thing may be said for" (9), "something to eat" (12-13), "One must make a distinction"
18), "the result is not" (19), "for inspection" (24), "In the meantime" (25), and
"on one hand ... on the other hand" (25, 28).

Her syntax uses loose, wordy constructions, begging for an editor's knife.
Five verse paragraphs have only five, sometimes long sentences. The third one
(4-18) offers a zoo of clauses: four restrictive relatives (e.g., ".. that
can grasp"), an "if" (6) and a "when" (8), a balanced "not because ...
but because" pair (6-7), two nominal relatives (e.g., "what we cannot understand"),
and non-finite present participial (12, 13, 14) and infinitive (8, 12-13, 17).
They are linked by a semi-colon, two colons, and a dash. The clauses, individually,
flaunt sign-posts like "however" (2, 19) and the abstract pronoun "one"
(2, 18), and a ream of "to be" verbs (1, 2, 6, 7, 9, 16, 18, 19, 20, 29).

The title of the poem labels what follows, in one reading, as "poetry,"
but the first effect on a typical reader is estrangement, even
bewilderment. Moore anticipates this probable response by opening with
"I too, dislike it," but she also provides a key to why she is writing poetry,
after all, characterizing it as "all this fiddle" (1). Certainly the prosy
academic posing reads like `fussy trifling,' "high sounding interpretation"
(7) -- what else but "high" does "a place for the genuine" sound like? -- and "insolence
and triviality" (23), because Moore comes up arrogant in saying that she dislikes
poetry, and her list of "phenomena" blends unrelated commonplace things, trivia.
This her "fiddle," however, is also a musical instrument, one capable of sounds as
various as Moore manages here, from soothing mellowness to a yelp. She
uses, the attentive reader will discover, syllabic metre, a rhythm based on
quantity rather than stress, just as a musical instrument does. The first
line of each stanza has exactly 19 syllables. The fourth and fifth lines
have five and eight, or eight and five syllables. Four of the five last lines
have thirteen syllables. Here is the quantitative pattern she imposes:

Stanza No. Line 1 Line 2 Line 3 Line 4 Line 5 Line 6
I 19 22 11 5 8 13
II 19 21 12 5 8 13
III 19 22 [missing] 8 5 14
IV 19 22 10 5 8 13
V 19 12 11 5 8 13

Moore's "music" truly echoes the poem's voice, alternately querlous ("I too,
dislike it ... / ... with a perfect contempt"), passionate ("Hands that can grasp,
eyes / that can dilate, hair that can rise"), sensible ("because they are / useful"),
indignant ("nor is it valid / to discriminate against ..."), and a little pompous
("all these phenomena are important"). The star fiddler in "Poetry," the person
who begins it all ("I too"), she talks directly to "you" (25, 29) and takes you, us,
her reader(s), into her confidances: "the same thing may be said for all of us,
that we / do not admire what / we cannot understand" (9-11). Where Moore thinks
we may disagree, she resorts to the objective, "one discovers" and "One must make
a distinction" (18), but at poem's close she speaks to us directly, having
proved her case.

Her argument closes with a confidant's confidence: poetry is "raw material" --
"things" (1, 6) and "phenomena" (18), all of them "important" and understandable,
not obscure (8-11) -- that is "genuine" (3, 29). Poetry has "in / it" (2-3) things
we recognize and comprehend, from the bat to the statistician and the school-book.
She associates the "genuine" with "useful" experiences (8), that is, with the
"observations" that is the title of her first book of poems. Poets
observe creatures, whether animals like the horse and the wolf, or people
such as the critic and the baseball fan, and the things these creatures
make, like business documents. The closer to life these observations are,
the more that poets are "literalists" (depicting things as they are), the
better the chance that we will "have / it" (24-25), that is, poetry.

And what then does "Poetry" observe? Is it not this particular poet,
Moore herself? She gives her readers the thing "in / all its rawness,"
without make-up to prettify her: a poet describing something genuine.
The list of creatures in the third stanza consists of the things that lead
Moore's hands to "grasp," her eyes to "dilate," and her hair to stand
on end. She writes poems about them, the raw material (for example,
she was a noted basefall fan), and because she responds truly to them
all, what she says is "genuine." And thus she too is a genuine article,
the raw poet.

Moore's most famous phrase for poetry, "imaginary gardens with real
toads in them" (24), distinguishes the things about which poets
write, the "real toads," from the artificial, human-made context
for those things, the "imaginary gardens." Any garden represents a
set of choices about how real things are assembled and displayed.
The poet selects a structure, which is always an abstract artifice,
a creature of the imagination. Moore's "imaginary garden" here is
a five-stanza, five-sentence, syllabic form. Moore places in this
garden structure at least one "real toad," herself.

Toads are not pretty creatures. They are miserable, ugly, untailed,
poisonous, usually black, and downtrodden amphibians. We use them to
characterize metaphorically almost "anything "hateful or loathsome,"
including so-called toadies (those who ingratiate themselves with
authority in a fawning, hypocritical way) and the unremittingly
persecuted ("the toad under a harrow"). Yet one Toad of Toad
Hall in Kenneth Grahame's classic The Wind in the Willows, published
twelve years before "Poetry," was a madly adventuresome and
irresponsible poet who penned "perhaps the most conceited song
that any animal ever composed": "The world has held great Heroes."
When Toad wanted to recite a poem for the banquet that closed his
wild adventures, his friend Rat candidly said, "It's no good,
Toady; you know well that your songs are all conceit
and boasting and vanity." For this reason, Toad sang his last
song by himself, "to the enraptured audience that his imagination
so clearly saw," an audience that was not there at all. Grahame created
a toad-poet with whom Marianne Moore, living in New York from
1915, and working as a secretary and private tutor at a girls' school
about that time, would have been familiar. Mr. Toad would have stood
out in the early 20th century as an unreal toad, a non-literalist
"always mastered by his imagination," who resided in an imaginary hall
fronted by a garden. Moore thought of "half-poets" as Mr. Toads who
write egotistical observations of a world sought out by escapists
like himself, that is, poems unuseful to anyone because they do not
speak genuinely of the poet's own self and the things she perceives.