Marianne Moore in 1935
Today is the birthday of Marianne Moore. I've never liked her poetry very much; too "prosaic" and wordy for me. But here's one I do like:
The Past is the Present
Revived bitterness
is unnecessary unless
One is ignorant.
To-morrow will be
Yesterday unless you say the
Days of the week back-
Ward. Last weeks’ circus
Overflow frames an old grudge. Thus:
When you attempt to
Force the doors and come
At the cause of the shouts, you thumb
A brass nailed echo.
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