Incomparable …

… My Marianne Moore by Maureen N. McLane. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

Moore is ill-served by many of her admirers, who put her on the mantle with Aunt Jennifer’s tigers, precious and breakable and old-fashioned, or who see her as a specimen of loveable eccentric poetic Americana. Americans like their artists folksy, palsy, just plain folks writing plain poems in plain American which cats and dogs can read! (“England”). She ran the risk of becoming a character and the weaker poems may suffer from that.