Poems (Marianne Moore)/ENGLAND

by Marianne Moore

For works with similar titles, see England.

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 produces, mystery of construction diverts one from what was originally one's
 object—substance at the core: and the 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-

clusions 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.