Marianne Moore (December 11, 1887 – February 5, 1972) was a Modernist American poet and writer. Moore's reputation has never been as wide-spread as that of many of her Modernist peers; she never achieved the infamy of Ezra Pound, the folk popularity of Robert Frost, or the scholarly renown of T.S. Eliot, though she corresponded with all of these individuals as well as virtually every major poet and author of the early twentieth century. Nevertheless, despite remaining relatively obscure, Moore has continued to gain acclaim in the decades since her death, with many noted poets and scholars, Elizabeth Bishop and William Carlos Williams among them, ranking her as one of the most successful poets in all of Modernism.
In part, Moore's delayed recognition is due to her idiosyncratic style. She was, and remains, one of the most difficult poets to categorize both in Modernism and in American poetry at large. She wrote primarily in a peculiar syllabic form of her own invention, concentrating on imagery rather than sound to create poems that resonate with the brevity and precision of haiku. Moore wrote in syllabic meter, which is to say that her lines are measured in syllables, not metrical feet, setting her apart from the entire Western tradition of measured poetry, while at the same time distinguishing her works from the completely undisciplined poetry of free verse.
Despite her idiosyncratic style, Moore's philosophy of poetry, perhaps best expressed in her poem appropriately titled "Poetry," shares a great deal with the Imagism of many of the key Modernist poets such as Ezra Pound and William Carlos Williams. Like Williams and Pound, her poems concentrate on what she calls "the genuine": the microscopic details of life that, taken together, give the world meaning. As Moore calls it, the purpose of poetry is to construct "imaginary gardens with real toads in them"—to bring the realness of life into the world of the imagination—and this she does. Time and again, her poems take the smallest and strangest things; a steamroller, a coastline, a cat in an armchair—and bring the beauty of the genuine to our eyes.
Marianne Moore was born in Kirkwood, Missouri, outside of St. Louis, daughter of a construction engineer and inventor, John Milton Moore, and his wife, Mary Warner. She grew up in the household of her grandfather, a Presbyterian pastor, her father having been committed to a mental hospital before her birth. In 1905, Moore entered Bryn Mawr College in Pennsylvania, and graduated four years later. She taught courses at the Carlisle Indian Industrial School in Carlisle, Pennsylvania, until 1915, when Moore moved to New York and began to publish poetry professionally. In the years between her graduation from college and her move to New York, Moore also spent a number of years traveling abroad through Europe and, while there, she made the acquaintance of a number of major figures in Modernism who would later champion her work.
In part because of her extensive travels before the First World War, Moore came to the attention of poets as diverse as Wallace Stevens, William Carlos Williams, H.D., T. S. Eliot, and Ezra Pound. With H.D.'s help in particular, Moore was able to obtain much-needed employment in the publishing industry. From 1925 until 1929, Moore served as editor of the literary and cultural journal The Dial. Working for The Dial gave Moore a pivotal role in the American poetry scene; the journal was one of the leading publications for emerging poets, and as an editor, Moore would correspond with all the leading young poets of her times. Like Ezra Pound, Moore became a patron of poetry, encouraging promising poets including Elizabeth Bishop and Allen Ginsberg, and publishing their work, as well as corresponding with them in order to aid in the refinement of their technique.
Later in life, after having won a number of prizes (including the National Book Award and Pulitzer) for her Collected Poems of 1951, Moore became a minor celebrity in New York literary circles. She often served as unofficial hostess for the Mayor of New York. She attended boxing matches, baseball games and other public events, dressed in what became her signature garb: a tricorn hat and a black cape, giving her the look, as more than one onlooker suggested, of a woman straight from the Revolutionary War. Moore particularly liked athletics and athletes, and was a great admirer of Muhammad Ali, to whose spoken-word album, I Am the Greatest!, she wrote liner notes. Moore continued to publish poems in various journals, including The Nation, The New Republic, and Partisan Review, as well as publishing various books and collections of her poetry and criticism.
In 1955, in what is perhaps the most memorable episode of her life as a minor celebrity, Moore was informally invited by Ford's David Wallace, Manager of Marketing Research for Ford, for input and suggestions for naming the company's new project, an experimental car which would eventually become the infamous Ford Edsel. Wallace's rationale was "who better to understand the nature of words than a poet?"
Moore, a loyal Ford owner, submitted numerous names for the new vehicle, which included: "Silver Sword," "Thundercrest" (and "Thundercrester"), "Resilient Bullit," "Intelligent Whale," "Pastelogram," "Adante con Moto" "Varsity Stroke," and "Mongoose Civique." (One name she suggested, "Chaparral," later coincidentally was used for a racing car.) In a letter dated December 8th 1955, Moore wrote the following:
All these outside ideas were rejected; although Miss Moore received two dozen roses and a thank you note affectionately addressed to the Top Turtletop. In her reply to Young she regretted that she could not have been more help, and noted that she was looking forward to trying out the vehicle when it was introduced.
Not long after throwing the first pitch for the 1968 season in Yankee Stadium, Moore suffered a stroke. She suffered a series of strokes thereafter, and died in 1972. She had never married. Moore's living room has been preserved in its original layout in the collections of the Rosenbach Museum & Library in Philadelphia. Her entire library, knicknacks (including a baseball signed by Mickey Mantle), all of her correspondence, photographs, and poetry drafts are available for public viewing.
Her most famous poem is perhaps the one entitled, appropriately, Poetry, in which she hopes for poets who can produce "imaginary gardens with real toads in them." It also expressed her idea that poetry is not just written in meter, but in more natural forms. The poem also affirms the sentiment that it is not valid "to discriminate against 'business-documents and / school-books': all these phenomena are important," a sentiment very similar to one expressed by William Carlos Williams, namely that poetry can be found in the newspaper and the telephone book, in the conversations one hears on the street and on the words of a billboard sign, just as well as it can be found in the works of Shakespeare. The poem is written in Moore's unusual syllabic style, where each stanza (loosely) replicates a pattern of repeated syllables:
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it after all, a place for the genuine. Hands that can grasp, eyes that can dilate, hair that can rise if it must, these things are important not because a high-sounding interpretation can be put upon them but because they are useful. When they become so derivative as to become unintelligible, the same thing may be said for all of us, that we do not admire what we cannot understand: 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. One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the poets among us can be "literalists of the imagination"—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, "imaginary gardens with real toads in them," shall we have it. In the meantime, if you demand on the one hand, the raw material of poetry in all its rawness and that which is on the other hand genuine, you are interested in poetry.
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