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cation and “complexity moreover, that has been committed to
darkness, instead of granting itself to be the pestilence that it is.”
But to reach the elements that compose this simplicity, through
what labyrinths one must work, what traps for the inattentive
one must evade!
Her method of forming her poetic conceptions is equally
interesting as a delimitation. On one side there is “the raw
material of poetry in all its rawness”—which in Miss Moore’s
case means records: belles lettres by other writers, government
reports, magazines, bits of conversation, pictures, curios of one
sort or another:
the bat
holding on upside down or in quest of something to
eat, elephants pushing, a wild horse taking a roll, a tireless
wolf under
a tree, the immovable critic twitching his skin like a horse
that feels a flea, the base
ball fan, the statistician—
nor is it valid
to discriminate against “business documents and
school-books”; all these phenomena are important.
These things excite Miss Moore. On the other side, there is
poetry conceived as
Not brittle but
Intense—the spectrum, that
Spectacular and nimble animal the fish,
Whose scales turn aside the sun’s sword with their polish.
Miss Moore’s life is spent in taking leaps from one to the other,
from the record to the poem. She is indeed a “literalist of the
imagination” setting “real toads” (her facts) into “imaginary
gardens” (her poems).
A great poet, however, with his own robust magnitudinous
experience so close before him, could not be content with records
as his sources of subject-matter nor could he make a strictly
esthetic effect his entire aim and end. Of Miss Moore, on the
other hand, it can be said by altering one of the quotations in one
of her poems that excitement provides the occasion and self
protectiveness determines the form. A further distinction to be
noted is that Miss Moore is a person of learning but not, as has
been claimed, a scholar, for scholarship is synthetic and ap
proaches wholeness.
But leaving these considerations as classifying Miss Moore
but not describing her work for what it is, one is then free to
pay homage to her consummate quality within her sphere. It
is singularly hard to criticise that. Clearly some measure of
her excellence depends upon her cleanliness with words, the