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Alfred Kreymborg, ed. Others for 1919. 1920.

Marianne Moore

England

WITH its baby rivers and little towns, each with its abbey or its cathedral;

with voices—one voice perhaps, echoing through the transept—the

criterion of suitability and convenience; and Italy with its equal

shores—contriving an epicureanism from which the grossness has been

extracted: and Greece with its goats and its gourds, the nest of modified illusions:

and France, the “chrysalis of the nocturnal butterfly” in

whose products, mystery of construction diverts one from that which was the object of one’s

search—substance at the core: and the far East with its snails, its emotional

shorthand and jade cockroaches, its rock crystal and its imperturbability,

all of museum quality: and America where there

is the little old ramshackle victoria in the south, where cigars are smoked on the

street in the north; where there are no proof readers, no silkworms, no digressions;

the wild man’s land; grass-less, links-less, language-less country—in which letters are written

not in Spanish, not in Greek, not in Latin, not in shorthand

but in plain American which cats and dogs can read! The letter “a” in psalm and calm, when

pronounced with the sound of “a” in candle, is very noticeable but

why should continents of misapprehension have to be accounted for by the

fact? Does it follow that because there are poisonous toadstools

which resemble mushrooms, both are dangerous? In the case of mettlesomeness which may be

mistaken for appetite, of heat which may appear to be haste, no con-

conclusions may be drawn. To have misapprehended the matter, is to have confessed

that one has not looked far enough. The sublimated wisdom

of China, Egyptian discernment, the cataclysmic torrent of emotion compressed

in the verbs of the Hebrew language, the books of the man who is able

to say, “I envy nobody but him and him only, who catches more fish than

I do,”—the flower and fruit of all that noted superi-

ority—should one not have stumbled upon it in America, must one imagine

that it is not there? It has never been confined to one locality.