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My father used to say,
"Superior people never make long visits,
have to be shown Longfellow's grave
nor the glass flowers at Harvard.
Self reliant like the cat --
that takes its prey to privacy,
the mouse's limp tail hanging like a shoelace from its mouth --
they sometimes enjoy solitude,
and can be robbed of speech
by speech which has delighted them.
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence;
not in silence, but restraint."
Nor was he insincere in saying, "`Make my house your inn'."
Inns are not residences.
Marianne Clarke Moore
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Read poems about / on: solitude, cat, silence, sometimes, father, house, people, flower
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Baby Judy Agbodjogbe
(10/1/2008 6:20:00 PM) |
This is my first time reading this poem..And from reading it, um, its kind of like all about supperior peoples..And by reading it over and over again, its more confusing and to me its really intresting how Marianne Clark Moore uses similes to bring out much more sence to the way shes discriping out supperior peoples....
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