Poetry of Marianne Moore “A Jelly Fish” tells us at starting with visibility and invisibility feelings on her loneliness. It all follows till the end of the poem. Inhabit is the only left on the earth in living of any person, animal or any kind of creature. There is no escape on this holy land. Thus, she made it successfully, thought-provoking life of loneliness turning Moore to one of the best poets of the nineteenth century. Harriet Monroe (the editor of Latter) would describe her works, "Elliptically Musical Profundity" Poem: “A Jelly Fish” by Marianne Moore Visible, invisible, A fluctuating…...
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Poetry of Marianne Moore “A Jelly Fish” tells us at starting with visibility and invisibility feelings on her loneliness. It all follows till the end of the poem. Inhabit is the only left on the earth in living of any person, animal or any kind of creature. There is no escape on this holy land. Thus, she made it successfully, thought-provoking life of loneliness turning Moore to one of the best poets of the nineteenth century.
Harriet Monroe (the editor of Latter) would describe her works,
"Elliptically Musical Profundity"
Poem: “A Jelly Fish” by Marianne Moore
Visible, invisible, A fluctuating charm, An amber-colored amethyst Inhabits it; your arm Approaches, and It opens and It closes; You have meant To catch it, And it shrivels; You abandon Your intent It opens, and it Closes and you Reach for it The blue Surrounding it Grows cloudy, and It floats away From you.
The poet says that an attraction never last longer, a constant. It fluctuates times to time. Probably a purple stone does that, and inhibits the charms. It sometimes kept that consistency, sometimes opens and sometimes closes, however, not permanently. And one particular day, it faded away, disappears into the clouds away from you.
— T. S. Eliot wrote,
My conviction has remained unchanged for the last 14 years that Miss Moore's poems form part of the small body of durable poetry written in our time.
Her poems are difficult to understand and written on many subjects at a time. When Moore died in 1972. All of her works including her drawings, books papers and written works left to Philadelphia's Rosen bach Museum and Library.
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