Poem by Marianne Moore

To William Butler Yeats on Tagore

It is made clear by the phrase,
even the mood—by virtue of which he says

the thing he thinks—that it pays,
to cut gems even in these conscience-less days;

but the jewel that always
outshines ordinary jewels, is your praise.

1. Pedantic Literalist
2. Feed Me, Also, River God
3. Those Various Scalpels
4. He Made This Screen
5. Diligence Is to Magic as Progress Is to Flight

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