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Published in History & Culture, Literature & Language, Poetry Analysis

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The Strength and adversity of Marianne Moore in her anthology

Fatherless daughter could feel the pain of not having existence of her father in the life... Thus, Marianne Moore absorbed all the strength and adversity in her anthology. Poetry of Marianne Moor “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 earth, thus she made it successfully. Thought-provoking life of loneliness turning Moore to one of the best poets of nineteenth century.

Poetry of Marianne MooreA 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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