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POEMS BY MARIANNE MOORE
BLACK EARTH
Openly, yes,
with the naturalness
  of the hippopotamus or the alligator
  when it climbs out on the bank to experience the

sun, I do these
things which I do, which please
  no one but myself. Now I breathe and now I am sub
  merged; the blemishes stand up and shout when the object

in view was a
renaissance; shall I say
  the contrary? The sediment of the river which
  encrusts my joints, makes me very gray but I am used

to it, it may
remain there; do away
  with it and I am myself done away with, for the
  patina of circumstance can but enrich what was

there to begin
with. This elephant skin
  which I inhabit, fibred over like the shell of
  the coco-nut, this piece of black glass through which no light

can filter—cut
into checkers by rut
  upon rut of unpreventable experience—
  it is a manual for the peanut-tongued and the

hairy toed. Black
but beautiful, my back
  is full of the history of power. Of power? What
  is powerful and what is not? My soul shall never

be cut into
by a wooden spear; through-
  out childhood to the present time, the unity of
  life and death has been expressed by the circumference

described by my
trunk; nevertheless, I
  perceive feats of strength to be inexplicable after
  all; and I am on my guard; external poise, it

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