The poem
wade through black jade. Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keeps adjusting the ash-heaps; opening and shutting itself like
an injured fan. The barnacles which encrust the side of the wave, cannot hide there for the submerged shafts of the
sun, split like spun glass, move themselves with spotlight swiftness into the crevices— in and out, illuminating
the turquoise sea of bodies. The water drives a wedge of iron throught the iron edge of the cliff; whereupon the stars,
pink rice-grains, ink- bespattered jelly fish, crabs like green lilies, and submarine toadstools, slide each on the other.
All external marks of abuse are present on this defiant edifice— all the physical features of
ac- cident—lack of cornice, dynamite grooves, burns, and hatchet strokes, these things stand out on it; the chasm-side is
dead. Repeated evidence ahs proved that it can live on what can not revive its youth. The sea grows old in it.
I think this poem is good because of its stucture~~
And you can see Marianne Moore used very nice, beautiful words to write this poem.
People can imagine the picture clearly
(i'm glad to see this poem is not related to DEATH!!! ^v^)
i still not remember this poem, maybe you want to give us message...
this is a very strange poem! i didnt understand it at all, but i guess it has a very good imagery paragraph cause i can imagine everything on the sea! and about what does the poem is trying to say, i guess it is trying to let us know about how the fish can live on what can not revive (one of the last sentence), all the things that not revive and are around us and illuminating us!! i can not say too much about this…
Read the whole commentthis is a very strange poem! i didnt understand it at all, but i guess it has a very good imagery paragraph cause i can imagine everything on the sea! and about what does the poem is trying to say, i guess it is trying to let us know about how the fish can live on what can not revive (one of the last sentence), all the things that not revive and are around us and illuminating us!!
i can not say too much about this poem because i didnt even uderstand, and the author used a very elegant, nice and strange words.
The last thing that i can say is about the very last sentence i reallyy like this sentence "the sea grows old in it", kind of the sea has experience and it gets old in it.....
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