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Marianne Moore Newsletter - Volume 5 Number 1 Spring 1981

Marianne Moore Newsletter

Volume V Number 1 Spring 1981

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MARIANNE MOORE NEWSLETTER

Volume V, Number 1, Spring 1981 COVER ILLUSTRATION

Pterodactyl, drawn by Marianne Moore, circa 1910.

All previously unpublished material by Marianne Moore is published here by permission of Clive E. Driver, Literary Executor of the Estate of Marianne C. Moore.

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Address correspondence to Patricia C. Willis, Editor, MMN, The Rosenbach Museum § Library, 2010 DeLancey PI Philadelphia PA 19103.

Copyright©1981 by Clive E. Driver,

Literary Executor of the Estate of Marianne C. Moore

ISSN 0145-8779

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Marianne Moore Newsletter

Volume V Number 1 Spring 1981

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COMMENT

MM entered Bry graduated in June, found chiefly in he dramatic emphases: lure of writing. It above all to study history and politic that despite later while in college to

n Mawr College in October, 1905 and 1909. The record of those four years, r twice-weekly letters home, has two the perils of scholarship and the reveals in detail how MM desired English but took instead a major in s and a minor in biology, and shows disclaimers, she made up her mind become a writer.

Bryn Mawr, from its inception in 1885, sought to prove that women could sustain as vigorous an education as men. Its demanding program of science and the human-iti.es gave young women much the same academic experience as that given their brothers at Harvard or Yale.Presi-

no^n^faphVhQinwS>JWh0 had received a summa cum laude Doctor of Philosophy degree in English and German phil-

ology from the University of Zurich, set the standard i h entrance requirements which sorted out the capable. MM prepared for the examinations by more than a year’s coaching with Mary Jackson Norcross, Class of 1889.

She then submitted to fifteen examinations in mathematics, ancient history, physiology, Latin, English, French and German. By passing all these examinations before matriculation, MM avoided the "conditions" with which many of her 112 classmates began college, obliged to make up work m some subjects.    &

MM’s course of study gave her college years a climate of history and science, hut there was another atmosphere whose relative importance matches, perhaps in fact outweighs, that of courses and exams. Arts and letters were in the air. In virtually every letter home,

nlfavcltpS of books> exhibitions, symphonies, operas and piays. Repertory theatre companies and lecturers came to Bryn Mawr, and other cultural events could be found on weekly excursions to Philadelphia or occasional trips to New York and Washington. The students spent great blocks of time writing and performing plays, preparing fetes and pageants, composing songs, and

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"foregathering" at each other's teas, at which they perfected the art of conversation. The ferment of imaginative activity made heady wine; President Thomas sometimes cautioned the students against its powers.

MM's very candid letters paint the extracurricular life at college in vivid detail. They have considerably less to say about academic affairs. However, enough data emerge from the letters, MM's course record, and copies of examinations to explain her curriculum.

Except for requirements in English, philosophy and psychology, courses were chosen by the student under a strong advisory system. Each student kept her own official record in which were entered courses, grades, and professors' signatures. MM's record lists a total of 104 semester hours v.32 hours in non-credit physical culture — field hockey dance, swimming and other sports}.

At the end of her sophomore year, MM was advised to major in biology, her desire for English having been thwarted by her professors and her grades. At the end of her junior year, she was allowed to change her major to history and politics. In all, MM took eleven hours of "major biology" and twenty of "major history and politics."

Grades depended primarily on essay examinations, and MM was told time and again that her essays were "not clear," that she did not "make her point.” The grades used were failed, passed, merit, credit, and high credit (high credit was so rare that the recipient was expected to give a party). A student needed "merit" or above in 60 semester hours by the end of the first term, senior year: MM had earned 60h such hours to which she added three more in the final term. MM was an academically average student. But 1905 to 1909 at Bryn Mawr was another era, and MM succeeded in obtaining her degree, a feat which doubtless placed her on an intellectual scale in the 99th percentile of American women.

Extracurricular literary work competed with her regular studies. MM was elected in her sophomore year to the staff of Tipyn o'Bob. a literary magazine of about 30 pages which appeared eight times a year. Work

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on "the Tip" meant gathering, criticising, editing, and reading proof for poems and short stories. MM published eight poems and eight stories in the magazine. But with her non-literary studies demanding so much of her energy a i ^eaving little time for other writing, MM discovered a developing tension when she reported giving in to the Muse's seizures or trying to block its Circean call.

It seems that the further she was pushed away from writing or from literature as an academic pursuit, the more she determined to become a writer on her own terms.

We know well how the story ended. Its beginnings have been less explored, and the following pages suggest something of this early background. History and biology developed into life-long interests for MM,"but as subjects for her work rather than as subjects for research. Drawing and painting occupied some of her time at college, and in a much quoted remark, MM told Mrs. Otis Skinner in 1909 that she wanted to be a painter. She did have talent, and sketches and watercolors survive. But the contemporary record, written by herself, shows that from the moment she beheld the panoply of callings represented by the Bryn Mawr curriculum, she yearned to become a writer. The only English elective she seems to have been allowed was taken in her last year at college, and that was Imitative Writing. MM delighted in the course and in later years often commented on the importance to her of such early masters of style as Jonson, Bacon and Bishop Andrewes. But her grade was only "passed;" she did not become an imitative writer.

OBSERVATIONS

MM ON THE LITERARY LIFE, 1907

As a college student, the future woman of letters found herself subjected to contradictory experiences with regard to literature. MM took Bryn Mawr’s required, demanding English course, five hours a week for the first two years. Her desire to pursue "Major English" as a junior was thwarted by low marks in the course and

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her professors' reports that in her prose she was obscure and often failed to express her ideas or to make her point. At the same time, beginning in her sophomore year, several stories written for class were accepted by the undergraduate literary magazine, Tipyn o'Bob. Eight stories and eight poems were published before her graduation in 1909. By April, 1907, she was elected to the staff of the magazine.

The first stories taken by "The Tip" touched off a spate of writing in addition to that required for_ classes. Midyear examinations that year proved difficult and the next semester brought new resolve. To her mother, a teacher of high school English and source of literary advice and encouragement, MM wrote:

I shant be able to write stories much now as I need every minute to work. Ill work up if I do nothing else.

Miss Fullerton said on my weekly "you have narrative and descriptive ability I think but you must pay attention to the requirements." She also said I was "incoherent" and had no idea of how to manage situations. I try now to do the grind style of work and though its not exciting its worth while. ... I may as well say that Ive given up "writing" entirely.

What I can adapt to Tip from English, I will but nothing else. I don't know why I am so possessed to write. I know it is not because of what nice things people say and its not for the doing itself, for I cannot express myself,

(19 February 1907)

The notion of giving up writing prompted a story in the April Tipyn o'Bob, "The Discouraged Poet." In this tale of just over bOO words, MM describes a young man who thinks his verses poor and determines_to write no more. Apprised of this decision, his guardian responds that he is merely too young for poetry. The youth reacts angrily and insists that he will write if he wants to, not realizing that his guardian applauds such an attitude.

The following Fall, MM began a biology major, a subject not her first choice. She had been prevented

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from majoring m English, and also considered switching to history and politics at the end of the semester.

wonlid    ll^fanVr? or writing on her schedule (and

wouid not be until "Imitative Writing", senior year) but they exercised their pull, unabated.

About this time MM became fast friends with Peggy James, Henry's niece and William's daughter. Writing especially Uncle Henry's", came up for discussion with regularity. Henry James's presence at the college took several tangible forms. He had lectured there in lyub on Balzac and had given the commencement address that June - three months before MM matriculated. College President M Carey Thomas referred to James frequently® in het chapel talks; the students read his work for

feaSMre; anfi Pegey Jamee was a constant reminder of The Master.

When, in October, 1907, William Morton Fullerton came to lecture on James, MM and her circle were well primed. MM found the lecture itself "bad in that Fullerton is pretentious and 'kryptic.'" But she recorded President Thomas remark the same day that Henry James’ earlier books were absolutely crystal-clear.' But that in his later style his ideas were the obstacle, that the complicated nature and the vast amount of what ne had to communicate made lucidity impossible (17 October 1907).    . .

MM had just been told by the editor of Tipyn o'Bob that a,recent story showed that she was afraid oi makTHg her point and that she should "be obvious rather than too subtle, to be understood" (H October 1907). These events coalesced, not surprisingly, in a new story, described m a letter home(24 October 1907):

a gene-

Between lectures I scratch, in the hope that every little bit helps — and I have written, what I like better than anything I have ever writ before, a thing called The Nature of a Literary Man - Perhaps, "Pym"-It expresses nothing FuT a serie~f individual impressions in my latest style" and is crystal-clear -Tv.lC doesn t come out, I shall not know what to think It is what James calls the record of " ration of nervous mood" but has a satisfactory solution—J

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John White Alexander. "A Quiet Hour." Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, Temple fund Purchase.

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Published as "Pym" in January, 1908, the story has components drawn from MM's recent experiences. Its setting includes a portrait of "an unknown lady in a green dress," a reference to "The Quiet Hour" by John White Alexander which MM had first admired at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Art in 1905. MM meant the paint mg to refer to Peggy James and her "slippery hair;'' when Miss James failed to make the connection, MM explained it to her and said that she always tried to put her friends into her stories. The plot follows the vagaries of MM's attempts as a writer. Alexander, the narrator, faces conflict between writing and a more practical profession, cannot perform according to his employeryeditor1s requirements, and decides to return home to his guardian, Uncle Stanford. He has discovered that although "there are times when I should give anything on earth to have writing a matter of indifference to me,... it is undeniably convenient, in time of expressionary need, to be able to say things to the point."

, 9f the eight stories published in Tipyn o'Bob. pie Discouraged Poet" and "Pym" are alikein reflecting the plight of a young writer, expecially one caught in the dilemma of peer acceptance and faculty disapproval oi her work. Hindsight shows how the dilemma was resolved: that MM never ceased to be "possessed to write ; that writing never "became a matter of indif-terence to her; and that Hin time of expressionarv need, ' MM developed "a burning desire to be explicit."

PYM

January 28.

_ Well again and out. But can I ever forget it, the faintly medicinal smell of things, the glare, the dazzling bed-spread, the wilted, sickly droop of my clothes on the half-open door of the closet!

And a fire ohce again. In the light of it, the past begins to look fsirly serene, and the future (from a safe distance to be sure), fairly tranquil.

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But Daniel, big aggressive brute! I wonder whatever possessed Alden to give him to me. I think if there ever was an inexcusable perpetration o£ kindness, he is guilty o± it. I see now why he is such a cynic.

The cynics in life are the people who are always trying to do things for people who don't want things done for them.

And Charles! That man! No domestic could be more utterly a failure. The joy of a house untenanted by servants! I am thinking fairly hard. Things are beginning to materialize. I rest ray eye fixedly upon my portrait of the unknown lady in the green dress. I watch an occasional diagonal of fire-light splash a path across her dark slippery hair, across the zigzag light parts in her dress, and over her hands. My words, I realize, are coming unusually well —when — knock, thump. Charles! to suggest if he may be allowed, that it is late-also, that I might be glad of something to eat, might I not? I feel the lateness of the hour to be discouraging but in no way "disconcerting." Food, I do not mention.

January 30.

What can be ailing me. My looks are a reflection on the civilization of my country and my feelings have no right to seek counterparts? even in Paganism. It'B a pity anyone can play the spiritless old fowl under so little justifiable pressure. My work is bad also. I can no more write according to Cob's requirements and at the same time approve what I write, myself, than I can make it rain. l've got to buck up. Now that I've begun I have to stick it out. Revolting beast that Cob. I can hardly stand him. Says I am supersensitive, effeminate and perverse, charged too heavily with "scruples," always full of excuses and explanations. I may have bad judgment and fall short of the mark a little too often, but conscience — ! If I can scrape a pretext, in the shape of one provocation more, I shall throw up the sponge. A derelict life has in some ways attractions, it can't be denied. It is all in the copybooks that a man may lay down his life for his individualism. I begin to be convinced.

I have certainly been getting on no better, with no more satisfaction to myself than before I was ill. The whole confounded situation is worse than before.

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If Uncle Stanford comes out strongly and'says he is sorry he drove me to this amd made me take him seriously when he wag joking, if he wants to meet me squarely and says he wants me to come back and live with him again, and be social and a gentleman and start out again and try law (for I was promising in my profession), I am doubtful as to whether I can resist him. He took an unfair advantage of my youth and irascibility though, and my foolish early conception of what it is to be "game,11 (really game). I shall approach him contritely (of my own accord) under no circumstances whatever. If If I am playing the part of unregenerate prodical, I surely have character enough to sustain on either side, the side of conscious or the side of self-respecting, righteous wrath. Uncle Stanford is "playing" me con-sciouslesslv in his amised paternal patronage of me, and Cob is "trying" me to the last degree with his harshness and materialism. I daresay, my break with Uncle Stanford was unjustifiable. It was more or less his fault, though. If he had said, "Don't 'play' so much," I should very probably have said, "You impose on my good nature, child, with all this literary trifling.

As you love what is good for you, read law," it was natural in the extreme, for me to attempt to prove to him that he was wrong and old-fashioned (in the old-fashioned sense of the word). Indeed, if Uncle Stanford comes, I shall become as hard-frozen as my premises, for despite the fact that I know I acted rashly, I cannot retract, unless I act the repentant prodigal, and I could not do that, with any great comfort, if Uncle Stanford were an angel in Heaven.

February 10.

He has been and gone. (For a reticent man he certainly has a compelling manner.) I bluff and chatter and hang fire the whole time without giving him or myself a grain of satisfaction. On the surface of it, it was all pretty funny. Uncle Stanford rather guilefully, "Are you feeling perfectly up to the mark, Alexander?" I, assuming a judicial air, "I'm thoroughly myself — anything hectic about my appearance?" I suggest that I may appear subdued, from the great extent to which I have recently been giving my attention to depressing subjects.

I say that the involved, unhappy side of existence interests me a good deal— a good deal more than the

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happy-go-lucky surface aspect, 1 then refuse to elaborate. I come to the conclusion that 1 have been talking about myself unduly, I don't as a general thing approve of putting checks on spontaneity. One's conversational and more practical abilities suffer somehow, through a straining to appear judicial and mature. One gets to the point where coercion is indispensable to accomplishment, It is advisable, however, for the young at all costs to avoid in the presence of the old and critical the appearance of being effervescent.

I bring up, in the course of time, the subject of writing, touch in a light, apparently unconsciously affectionate manner upon the possibilities of the art. Also say there are times when I should give anything on earth to have writing a matter of indifference to me.

Then add with a glance modestly askance that it is undeniably convenient, in time of expressionary need, to be able to say things to the point. And, irrelevantly, that I like the thing for the element of personal adventure in it.

Well, so much for Uncle Stanford. He sees through me and very evidently disapproves of me. Fond of me or not, he may go hang— (if he cannot take the trouble to come down to realities with me, and bring about an understanding). I like him, though— as much as he likes me, 1 rather think.

February 20.

The die is cast! "Manuscript and hesitations seek the flames together," I have been a fool and should have "turned" long before. I would have but for that dastardly instinctive dread of equinoxial effects which is present with the most of us at all such inconvenient times as this. That I could be worse off than I have been is, of course, as a matter of fact, impossible. In friendly surroundings mental discomfort is quite endurable. I am relieved, however, that I have at last come to the conclusion that false pride is too serious an obstruction to happiness to be put up with. My encounter with Cobj amusing — strong element of the unexpected in it, I give him my article, and turn to go. He stops me, asks me some insolent, trivial question and I start again for the office door.

"This done7"he pursues,

I nod and say, 'I think so."

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"Are you coming on better?" he inquires. I meditate a clever rejoinder and, in so far as I am a judge, a creeping disgust spreads over my features.

"I like what I have just given you better than you will, but — "

"You think it’s worth something?"

"Since you force me to it, that is what I think of it" and without having had the least intention of it, slip open the little iron door of the office stove and shoot the whole mass onto a bed of little, feathering flames. I remark cooly, "I am developing a passion for frankness, Cob."

The question is now, how I can explain my crazy zig-zag course to Uncle Stanford with all due regard for my own proper feelings on the question. I cannot say that I am tired of being alone. I cannot say that I am unable to stand the strain of analytical, attentive work. I am reduced to the truth. And having never yet told anyone I was sorry (when I was anything but jesting —Allah!).

I feel that I may have been a little stubborn. One must be pertinaciously ingenious as well as genuinely a little blindj to follow long a course which insists upon maintaining its original, experimental character.

If I am not travelling toward my ideas with rapidity now though, I should like to know what is happening. I've spointed my chances for greatness, I surmise, by having made a bull in my career at the very start. I can to a certain extent, however, redeem my-selt, if I put my mind on the task. Ineffective as 1 have been hitherto, I have a good deal behind me. I could afford to be, however, much more keenly alive to things than I generally manage to be, I shall go in for some actual experience and prepare to grow mentally acquisitive. I’m all too conscious of my having a "point of view." I here and now put off the semblance of dignity and for a short time ostentatiously consecrate myself to toil.

February 22.

I must telegraph Uncle Stanford and leave. My love of the material tends to interfere with all this sudden display of method and efficiency. I tend to place a restraining hand upon the silly fools that affect a claim upon me, while I stand like the idiot Celt, head back, mouth open, eyes gleaming, my mind gone from me with a

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conviction of the existence aloft of a new "possibility." (I may be said I think to have a very delicious appreciation of the humourous.)

My surroundings certainly have been decently congenial. Their calmj fond aspect, their inability to shrivel fills me with an unbounded admiration and affection for them, and they prove to me, poor things (more satisfactorily than their animate associates) that I have a sympathetic side to me, and a faint suggestion of something more potential. And they are not an everlasting test of one’s bigness.

The portrait and my dark blue rug, with its all-over snail-shell pattern, I shall take with me. All else I shall abjure, with employer, servant, and dog. Living is a fairly simple matter, for me to have made such a mess of it. In the effort to compass things in an original manner, however, anything can be made to come failure-end up. The effort of individual isolation, above all others. Nothing done for effect, is worth the cost.

"God knows you can enter the game if you’ll only pay for the same, and the price of the game is a candle, one single flickering candle—"

But enough of this reflection and melancholy, or a moment more, and I shall have forgotten mayhap what I am going to do. Here goes for a beginning — "Dear Uncle— "

Marianne Moore,‘09.

MM’S COURSE RECORD, 1905-1909

This summary of NM's college courses is taken from her official course record book. Numerals represent semester hours; P*

passed, M=merit, Ocredit; #="minor

course," *=

_ tr

major course”

+= required course.

Course

Professor

Freshman Year-

-1

Latin#-Livy, Composition

3

M

A.

Wheeler

Latin#-Horace

3

M

F.

Frank

English+-Lectures

2%

P

L.

Donnelly

English+-Elocution

h

C

S.

King

English+-Composition

1

M

S,

Marsh

Biology#

5

C

D.

Tennent

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Freshman Year-2

Latin#-Cicero, Gompos

5

C

A.

Wheeler

Latin#-Horace

2

M

F.

Frank

Eng1ish+ * Lectures

2\

M

L.

Donnelly

Eng1ish+-Elocut ion

h

M

S.

King

Eng1ish+-Gomposition

2

M

S.

Marsh

Biology#-Vertebrates

3

M

D.

Tennent

Biology#-Embryology

2

C

D.

Rennent

Sophomore Year-1

English+-Lectures

2h

P

L.

Donnelly

English*“Elocution

H

M

S.

King

English*-Composition

2

P

K.

Fullerton

Italian#

3

P

R.

Holbrook

Medieval History#

5

C

C.

Andrews

Law#

2

P

C.

Ashley

English+-Lectures

Sophomore Year-2

2h

P

L.

Donnelly

Eng1ish+-Elocution

h

M

S.

King

English*-Composition

1

M

K.

Fullerton

Italian#

3

M

R.

Holbrook

Medieval History#

5

P

W.

Smith

Law#

2

C

C.

Ashley

History*

Junior Year-1

5

M

W.

Smith

Political Economy#

5

P

C.

Williamson

Biology*

5

P

J.

>Warren

Junior Year-2

History*

5

P

R.

Johnston>

Political Economy#

5

P

M.

Parris

Biology*- Zoo1ogy

3

P

J.

Warren

Biology*-Ccmp. Anatomy

3

M

J.

Warren

Senior Year-1

Oriental History*

5

P

G.

Barton

Economics/Politics#

5

M

C.

Williamson

Hist, of Philosophy+

3

M

T.

de Laguna

Psychology*

3

M

J.

Leuba

French and German Orals

Senior Year-2

Imitative Writing

2

P

P

G.

King

History of Doctrine

2

C

G.

Barton

Political Science*

S

P

M.

Parris

General Philosophy*

3

P

T.

de Laguna

General Psychology*

2

P

J.

Leuba

Biology*-Nervous System

1

M

J.

Warren

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MM's READING IN ENGLISH LITERATURE, 1905-1907

The "Lectures on Literature" section of required freshman and sophomore English at Bryn Mawr called for "Private Reading." MM's initialled lists appear here.

Whitney, /d/V u*<( Grouch i•}    Chs. II, III.

Xin, XIV. ?I - l ?*,

Tuylor, Origin of iht Aryons, Ohs, H, ML /)(•£. fit. ti reenough i!fc KiUre^lge, HW* tint Vluir Ways in

Sfxtrity a,*. it ii, v i, ix, xm, xiv. ftc. ft.

Sweet, /[rV/oi'i/ of Lnnt/utuft\ |)|t 1-5, 13-14, 35-13, ft.C ft_ !.>£ . ft.

Tv lor, Anthrofxti *yy, Oli. VIT.    ft.

Carlyle, i/tiw and i/iro ll'j^fj), l^ucture 1, The Hero as Divinity. ft. C- ft.

Green, Sht*<'( IfiMuiy t*f thr Rnytinh FcojAvt Uli, I, §1, M.eM. A. Lang, Myth, Ritunl mol Rstitfiau,

Vnl. I, pp. 1-01, 2I6-2HU    ■ ft

Vol. M, pp. 282 to end. yflf. £ - ft.

Younger Kdtia, A hUvcsoh'm Tft[UiJn/i*ntt pp. 41M51,. K.ei liw-su#.

KhJer fchlu, (Wprt« Ptu'tirum Harextlr, Vol. I,

VoJlwini, pp. HI2-202 ; ft • A. ft.

Vufthrudnisinul, pp. til-fit*, ft. C. - ft-Grimmsoiul, pp. tftl-71.

&wil*Uy nn<I Mcngltil, |)|), $M0o. ft.C..ft.

I«iy of Skirni, pp. Mi l hi. ft .C. ft.

Ijiy oF Thrytu, pp. 175-lisO. >*.. £* ft.

Jhihler’* Doom, pp. 181-1K3. c.ft Song of the Sun, pp, 201*210.. tf\

Lit y of Wcylftiul, pp, 1 OH-175.

Siory of lielgi, pp. tUI-loO./tf.C. ft.

I ’oUntuju 8*njot All. ffi. C .

M Arnold,

&uhr(tft and Rudum. ft-C.ft.

JlaUUi- J)ead. ft. <L ft.

CWlir. fjitcratuc*, pp. 72-45, 102 to end. 4-C-4C L«yof (ftt! IfibAuttfa Adventure* X, XIV, XV, X Vl.ft-C.ft* Beowulf, All. /tf- C . ft Conk A Tinker, Seleetitn**/wm K<u(y Hot lie of Brunanburh. ft. C, ft Hattie of Mnldon. ft.C.. ft.

The Seafarer. /Jf.£ .ft.

The Wanderer. f\t,£jn.

The Ruined City.4t<T. * .

Deer’s lament. A *&

RmjtUh iAUnilrue,    °xf«rd of English Verse, Nos. 1, 4. 5* 6, 7 Afc ^

and 25. Mt *

Gmuinerc, Old English Ballads.

Robin Hood and Guy of Gisborne, Kc-M Hunting of the Cheviot, Sir Patrick At Spelts.

Mary Hamilton, Three Ravens. ftC- it Fair Margaret and Sweet William,

Fair Janet,    *{

FIRST YEAR ENGLISH LITERATURE.

I'ltIVATK KeAMKU, SKMlttTKIt I.

19o5'HH»6.

Hitnighed Wifc’e Complaint. ji-C. ft.

Gnomic Vemet*. ft. £. AL

Riddle*, ft.t.ft.

Dream of tire Rood. ft.£ . ft

Selections fnnn the Genesis, Gen A, pp. 105-100. tc.A Selections from the IlxlkJit». ft. C. ft-Judith, ft\ C..M-Soleotionn from tho Andreaa. ft-C. ft.

Sidootiona from the KUme. ft- £. /f-The Phienix, jtf. d.. Af-Ulmmiii. ft. if • Af

Bede’s Account of the Poet G«ijm>n. ft>c- ft*

Pbivaite Reading, Semester 11.

1905-06.

Chanson de Roland, edited by Leon Gautier, 'ff 1 .Jnraum and Nieolttte, translated by Andrevn^.^ Lang.

Sir Thomas Malory's Monte D’Arthur.

Rk. I, Chs. 1-6, 17, 2>aut; VI; V1H, All except Chs. 15*17; IX. Chs. 10-33; XI. Qis. 1-9XXI. MU

Vernon Lee, Euphorion.. Mediaeval Love, pp. 337-35801^3^4*6. tex

Rossetti, Dante and his Circle. The New Life and^Cftf poems, pp. 172-179, ili|-185, 214-216, 199-^ M

300.

Chaucer. House of Fame. Bk, 11; ftt-

Legend of Good Women, It 1-1365;

Co>ifrr6ury Tales, Prologue, tf Knight's Tale or Troilus and Creysedc,

Hk$. IV and V;

Man of Law's Prologue;

Prioress’s Prologue and T«-ile;f|iLA<

Sir Thopas’s Prologue and Tale;

Melibens Prologue; Monk’s Prologue; c,At Nun's Priest's Prologue, Tale and Epilogue ; c At

Cterk’s Prologue, Tale and Epilogue;.VC. 4f Canon's Yeovnan’s Prologue; Parson’s/iff ft Prologue. AfcM

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Sir

Philip Sidney.

i - j 05.

m

Sonnets.. Nos. I, 2, 3, 5, 6, 14, 15, 20, 23, 27, 313 i*fi 33. 34. 37r A 4i, 50, 64. 66, 66. 69, 7.1,3 [ 84, 87, 90. 93. [03, to7.    '.Nd

l >\ t) 0 n & L    4/ ^

K»s*    tf-c.

■Jf ■'

hi

^ Art/ a

Arcadia, pp. 1-23, 47-52, 63-70 244-260, 311-322.

1 Fffr.T a    Pyf/4, Vol. I, pp. J62-3. M( i\f

Cohen Treasury, "My true love hath myHt It heart/’ etc.

Sir Edward Over, Ward's English Poets, Vol. I, V.'l77 HZ- \[

Fnlke GnsviV tford's English Poets, Vol. I, r».

374- /jfrM

Spenser, Shepherd's Calendar, October.,He-^

Colin Clouts Cot nr Hume Again.

Auwntti, Nos. <5. 6. 10, 13. 15, 19, 22, 28, 34rMfy 4^. 57. 60. 63. 65. 70, 74. 75. 80, 82, 86. RH H P aerie Qncene.

Ilk. I. Entire. Memorize I, 1,41. S[Ct{

Bk. U, Prelude; HI. 21-32; XII, 30-34 ry£ 50-79- Mtk(

Bk. TU. Prriucle; VI, 17-21. flfc 4'

Bk. TV, Prelude. M

Bk. V, Prelude; IX, 33-end. .Jf^

Bk. VI, Prelude; X, 6-16. t rjj ^ ^

Defftp+4 of Ponx l/cn(.

C4t i/jc:

SECOND YEAR ENGLISH LITERATI?KM

PWlVAte    Sk M E,nTtM I.

1906-07

ophodes Antigone. Y, £■ V\ lanly. Specimens of the Pre-Shaksperion Drama, The Creation and Fall, Noah's Flood, Isaac and Jacob, The Second Shepherds’ Play, The Judgment Day. Vtt- -tt 'vtryman. M C. t\

.amb. English Dramatic Ports, selections from f>«riJr>rfMf and The Spanish Tragedy,

■y\y. Ward's English Pacts, Vol. T. pp 396*7.4! ( »rc«ne, ll’ard's English Ports. Vol. I, pp. 402-1 a/ftCi'tf .tidgc, Ward's English Ports, Vi»l. 1, pp. 42/-30. ,-fl ‘cclf, David and Bcthsabe. ^

I a she. O.vford Book of English I'erse, Non.,

167. K { ^

/croon Lee, Enphorion. The Indy of the Elizabethan Dnuvmlists. IH, d. vf Jafkwt, TatnburJaiuf (Pt. T). The Jew of Malta.

Dr. Faustus, Edu ard //. ^c. M

Hero and Leander. Ward’s English Poets.

Vol T. pp. 419-23. ’H< M Passionate Shepherd to his Lave, Ward’s English Poets, Vol T, p 418. Yt C Raleigh, Kepty to the Passionate Shepherd Ward's English Poets. Vol 1. p. 489.^!^ Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors^Laves lAtbonrs LosT^Two Gentlemen of / 'erotia m Romeo and Juliet? Richard HIT Rickard H~ Knig John? The Merchant of Pettier*

A Midsummer Night’s Dream pH enry 11' + Henry Much Ado About Nothing,-.is K*>n Like ft ^Twelfth Nighty Jnlitts Ctisttr*.

The Sonne is 4 All). MC.H

tL2l«uuo^V rtf'll—

wr    "-** fr    !

'nasr

'zsi^r    “E3oqur

Private Reaping. Semester II,

1906-07.

fiflOxt Shakespeare, Hamlet, Othello, Afucbcth, King Lear, Antony and Cleopatra, Cymbchne, The Winter's Tale, 'The Tempest. rtic.ni Ben Jonson, Every Man hi His Humour. me rrt Webster, The Due Hess of Malfi. in c hi Bacon, Essays, Truth, Death. Revenge, Adversity, Simulation and Dissimulation, Parents and Children, Marriage and Single Fife, Envy, love, Great Place, Nobility, Atheism, Cunning, Friendship, Expense, DiAcour*e. Ambition, Masques and Triumphs, Fortune, Beauty, Gardens, Studies, Auger.

W end Wither, Golden Treasury. All selections.

M cm Carew. Golden Treasury. All selections. tA£fn Suckling, Golden Treasury. All selections.

*>1 t ft] Lovelace, Golden Treasury, All selections, frt C rrf Herrick, Golden Treasury.. Al! selections, wi c V| Donne, Ward's English Poets, Vol. I, pp. 261-266. M t ftl Wootton, U’ord's English Taels, Vol. TT, 109-110. t D) George Herbert, Ward's English Poets, Vol. II, 200-206.

r* t. on Crashaw, IPard's English Poets, Vol. II, 206-207. itK^ Vaughan, H’artfs English Poets, Vol. TI, 210*215, ft] 0* Cowley, H'ard's English Poets, Vol. II, 254-260. fit*A Waller, Ward's English Poets, Vol. II, 274-279. ntc ntSir 1 homn^ Browne, Urn Burial. Chap. V. fH C. M Milton, LpAllegro. 11 Penseroso, Lycidas. Cantus.

Sonnets (Globe Edition), Nnx. II, VTIT, XVI. Memorize XIX.

Paradise Lost. Bks. I; IT; III, 1-55, .344-415, TV, J7i-,t55. 5oS-fioo; VT; VTI; IX; X, 504.597, 7SQ-(’iicl; XII, (ios-ftitl.

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JJ1C- 1 Dry den, MacFieclnoe, A texwnd c rs trust. hi t iv, Pop* Windsor Forest, II. 1-164 1 C ^ Ruf* of the Lock.

LU'gy Ltii tin Unfortunate Laity, lijsav riH Bk. 1.

Swill. U ttUh'f'r’s Travels, Parts I and H Ad«li?»oi> ('Golden Trvfwury Scries), Polities and the Fan. Political Uftludstercrs, Coffee House Debates, Court of Honour, Tory Fox Hunter.

Ht £ irf Goldsmith, ? he l'tear of Wakefield, rq fc. m Boswell, Life of Johnson (Globe Edition), pp. 86-?7, I.3I-M-I, T JO-140. 184187 IT|i^l B^rke, Speech on Conciliation ivifh America. r* c. r\ ('ra-v> Elfitv in a Country Churchyard. f»c.*vi Covrper, Ward's English Poets, Vol III, pp. 457-463.

Golden Treasury. All selections.

Chatterton, Ward's English Poets, ITT, pp 409-

41a, An Excellent Ballad of Charity, Blake, Ward’s English Poets. II, pp. 601-608.

P4 c_w) Hums, Golden Treasury. All selections Wordsworth, Tintem Abbey.

Golden Treasury. All selections, pltrtl Coleridge, Christabel, The Ancient Mariner, JCubla Khan.

Byron, Golden Treasury. All selections.

Shelley, Adonais and the Sensitive Plant or Alas tar; Golden Treasury. All selections. f»e_ JT| Keats, The Rve of St. Agnes. Odes to Grecian Urn, Psyche, Melancholy; Golden Treasury. All selections.

r n oo>ua^.

MARIANNE MOORE’S POEMS WRITTEN IN EARLY YOUTH

These eight poems appeared in Bryn Mawr’s Tipyn o'Bob during MM's sophomore through senior years, 1907-1^09”

Under a Patched Sail.

"Oh, we'll drink once more When the wind’s off shore,"

We'll drink from the good old jar, And then to port,

For the time grows short.

Come lad- to the days that are!

4(February 1907),12.

To Come after a Sonnet.1

A very awkward sketch, 'tis true; But since it is a sketch of you, And then because I made it, too,

I like it here and there;— do you?

4(February 1907),25.

The Sentimentalist."

Sometimes in a rough beam sea,

When the waves are running high,

I gaze about for a sight of the land, Then sing, glancing up at the sky, "'Here’s to the girl I love,

And I wish that she were nigh,

If drinking beer would bring her here’ I'd drink the ship’s hold dry."

5(April 1908),26.

To My Cup-bearer.

A lady or a tiger-lily,

Can you tell me which,

I see her when I wake at night, Tncanting, like a witch.

Her eye is dark, her vestment rich Embroidered with a silver stitch,

A lady or a tiger-lily,

Slave, come tell me which?

5 (.April 1908), 21.

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To a Screen-maker.234

A Red Flower.

Emotion,

Cast upon the pot,

Will make it Overflow, or not, According

As you can refrain From fingering The leaves again.

6(May 1909),14.

Ennui.

He often expressed A curious wish,

To be interchangeably Man and fish;

To nibble the bait Off the hook,

Said he,

And then slip away Like a ghost In the sea.

6(March 1909),7.

I.

Not of silver nor of coral But of weather-beaten laurel Carve it out.

II.

Carve out here and there a face And a dragon circling space Coiled about.

III.

Represent a branching tree Uniform like tapestry And no sky.

IV.

And devise a rustic bower .And a pointed passion flower Hanging high.

6(January 1909),3.

Progress.4

If you will tell me why the fen .Appears impassable, I then Will tell you why I think that I Can get across it, if 1 try.

6(June 1909),10.

Notes

^ This jx>em refers to "Sonnet" by Mary Nearing, MM's classmate. Sonnet conraemorates MM's appearance as a lady-in-waiting at the May Day celebration in 1906, "clothed in garments rich and rare / Of palest green, thy braids of red-gold hair." It was published in Tipyn o'Bob, 5(Novaifcer 1907), 12.

2

MM corrected her copy so that line four reads: "Then sing, with a glance at the sky".

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He Made This Screen

Not of silver nor of coral,

But of weatherbeaten laurel.

Here, he introduced a sea Uniform like tapestry;

Here, a fig-tree; there, a face; There, a dragon circling space —

Designating here, a bower;

There, a pointed passion-flower.

capitals) in

After it was used in this form (but with no initial Poems, 1921 , it was dropped from Ml's collections.

4

MM revised the title to read "Perseus to Polydectes" about 1914 but she dLd not reprint the poem until it became MI May, I Might * I Must in The Trinity Review, 11 (Spring-Simmer 1957) 23, with * initial capitals remove^ except for line one. It appeared in 0 To Be a Dragon and in Complete Pogns in the 1957 version. ~

"HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK"

There! You shed a ray

of whimsicality on a mask of profundity so terrific, that T have been dumbfounded by it oftener than I care to say.

The book? Titles are chaff.

Authent ically

brief and full of energy, you contribute to your father’ legibility and are sufficiently synthetic. Thank you for showing me your father's autograph.

(Complete Poems, 1981, p. 89)

In this poem, MM recalls an incident from her first year at Bryn Mawr College. Early in 1906, she was involved in her first "midyears." By 11 February, the hardworking freshman was able to write home that she had taken her last exam and was spending some vacation time on the skating pond. In her letter, MM described the scene:

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John Andrews, Clarence Lcuba, and Ruth Wheeler were trying to learn to skate. John is the best though the smallest. He was fond of racing furiously and then sprawling out flat on his back for some minutes to rest. John said to Ruth, Do you think I skate well?

Ruth said, "well I don’t know." "How do you think I skate?" As John is hardly big enough to see and his ankles bend almost completely over, it was ludicrous.

Nellie [Ellen Shippen] asked John who he was. He said,

I am John Andrews. My father wrote the English History."

John's father was Charles McLean Andrews, professor of history at Bryn Mawr from 1899 until 1907 when he took a post at Yale. His major work was the Pulitzer Prizewinning four-volume The Colonial Period of American History (1934-38). While at Bryn Mawr, however, he published The History of England for Schools and Colleges (1903).

In her sophomore Year, MM took Dr. Andrews's course in Medieval History and might have used his textbook.

Her comments in letters home suggest the course's difficulty for her, a self-described "grind:"

History will be hard for me but 1 like Dr. Andrews better than anyone lve had so far in college. I think his ideas are wonderful and all the more because they are not done up in Miss Donnelly's confetti.

(8 October 1906)

I like the man better every day. He is the "biggest" man I've had yet. I wish I could have Major History with him.    (13 November 1906)

History is discouraging. . . . Dr. Andrews wrote at the end of my quiz paper, Try to express yourself more clearly and accurately and so I hope I may get along better at midyears.    (11 December 1906)

Despite her trepidation, MM finished the course with the necessary grade, "merit." Ten years later, when MM wrote "’He Wrote the History Book,'" she had at hand both her letters recalling the incident andacollege scrapbook containing two photographs of a little boy on the ice pond at Bryn Mawr. The poem appeared in all MM's books of collected poems, a tribute to both seven-year-old John Andrews’s "whimsicality" and his father's "legibility."

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MARIANNE MOORE ON MAY DAY, 1906

This amateur snapshot shows MM dressed as a lady-in-waiting Tor the May Day celebration at Bryn Mawr in. 1906. Once every four years, May Day was honored with a full day of pageantry, including maypole and Morris dances, processions and plays.

With her red hair piled high and dressed in green brocade, MM made an impression on her friends. Years later Hilda Doolittle, who, as a day student, barely knew MM wrote her a letter via Bryn Mawr (7 September 1915)to ask if the poet was the same MM once robed in green on May Day.

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"ENNUI"

The Ben Greet Players, a well known repertory company, brought "The Tempest" to Bryn Mawr College on 25 May 1907. MM, then a sophomore, wrote her response to it In a long letter home on the 26th:

Caliban needs an "extra." Ive never known anything so wonderful. (Ben was Caliban I learn) Before he came on we heard muttered sounds like those of a dying cow or crocodile. Then a frog-like arm "bust" through the shrubbery onto a couch, and after he stuck his head through, he tumbled, half-scrambled over it to the floor. For seme time we didnt see his face and it was a shock when he looked up. His body was smooth dusty blue-green, with a portion of black fur round the middle, bits of fur on arms, toes, and all over, a straggly black crop of hair that drooped over his face --which was pale, splocked with hair etc, eyes red. The green shaded to white on the sto-mack. He fauned on Prospero half rising from the ground and falling back heavily. Ills voice was from Hades direct, a rocky rain-crow utterance with a catch in it. The scene was funny beyond words where Trin-colo finds him and says, "A fish, or a man?" Arms where the fins should be, yet a fish, a fish.

"The Tempest" had been assigned reading for MM in February, and the markings in her collected Shakespeare indicate that the "man or fish" passage had not struck her then as It was to do in performance.

In 1909, Trincolo’s remark about Caliban (from Act II, scene ii) sparked a poem which appeared that spring in two Bryn Mawr College publications and, after one interim reworking, contributed three lines to "The Plu-met Basilisk" in 1933. MM chronicled the poem's history in letters to her family:

I have a verse of not very high character which is coming out in the Lantern. . . .Ennui r call it-

He often expressed A curious wish To be interchangeably Man and fish To nibble the bait

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Off the hook said he And then slip away Like a ghost in the sea.

t am not proud of it, but I like the rhythm and I intend to try, till I do write something-- , . , .

These sporadic poems I don’t work over, (though my stories I do), so I smile (as if I had found a penny) when people tell me how they like them and talking about writing poetry and so on as if it [were]

gymnastics or piano practice.    ,

1    1    (14 February 1909)

I have had an experience with my "poem" which may interest you but I will not retail it now — Dr. Sanders told his class my -~/-✓/- interchangeably man and fish was (dithyramb) glyconic (after he had talked to me about it though) Of course Im pleased —

(9 March 1909)

The time I said I would tell about was when Helen Dudley and I went down to the Sanders after Dr. Sanders asking me about my poem in class. . . .he handed me a paper. . . and I read— a version of my poem with the end changed— You see the scholars instinct got the better of him -- He liked one line and he couldn’t bear to have the rest out of keeping and to have me remain unaware of the fact— It was kind too for I had puzzled for a long time and had finally hit upon a metre (where I had to change the metre) that was not the right one — He added, over the top, "Alkaios to Sappho'which of course was in spirit of Plato and Horace— (Plato): "He adjusted his wreath and walked off smiling to the sacrifices."

The next day Margaret Hobart said, "Dr. Sanders lectured half an hour this morning on your poem— He didn't say it was yours but he marked it off in feet, the 'interchangeably man and fish,"’ I'm delighted for it shows he takes it impersonally and shows he was not tired and done with the metre, when he wrote it out for me — He says it should go

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’"'He’d nibble the bait Like any man,

And then take a weed And be fish again" —

I_ have it,

"To nibble the bait Off the hook said he,

And then slip away

Like a ghost in the sea."

I don’t give the affair undue weight but I am pleased for he referred to it two days— He said. . . that he had asked Miss Crandel about it (about the meaning) and then given it up — I pretended an explanation but said I excused myself for writing things that had no idea, by making use of the privilege of youth—for if I waited till my thoughts no longer were inconsequent, I would not have incentive to write, perhaps or would have incentive and be ashamed to hazard things by reason of unwelcome staidness, that it was simply living, in the pleasure of the moment— He seemed satisfied. . . .1 felt like a mouse on a very high

chair, nevertheless pleased—    r ,,

y    (IS March 1909)

When "Ennui" appeared in Tipyn o’Bob (see above, p. IS), it had become a ten-line poem. The Lantern reprinted it in its annual issue, 18 (June 1909), 110.11s next stage survives in MS from about 1915 with a title quoted from The Count's Millions by Emile Gaboriau (New York. 1913), p. 351:

He knew "exactly how many Yawns are expressed by the verb 'to Amuse one's self.'"

I once heard him express a curious wish To be interchangeably man and fish —

To fathom the sea, to inhabit the air;

He charged the unchangeable with despair.

Finally we see the one unchanging line in "The Plumet Basilisk" (Hound and Horn. 7[0ct.-Dec., 1933],32)where

the plumet portrays mythology's wish

to be interchangeably man and fish-

1

have certainly been getting on no better, with no more satisfaction to myself than before I was ill. The whole confounded situation is worse than before.

2

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3

This poem was reprinted in Bryn Mawr’s Alumna Magazine,

4

The Lantern, 17(June 1909), 28, with no variants. Revised, it appeared in H. D.'s article, "Marianne Moore" in The Egoist, 3 (August 1916), 118-119:    ---