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The Mind Is an Enchanting Thing

The Mind Is an Enchanting Thing

  

by Marianne Moore

The Mind Is an Enchanting Thing Summary

Nothing happens in this poem.

For realsies, Shmoopers, that's the truth. This poem does not tell a story. In other words, it's not like, "Susie went to the store, bought a pound of gumdrops, ate them, then went to bed with a doozy of a stomachache."

Rather, this poem is a meditation on the mind. Through a series of images, Moore flexes her creative muscles to compare the mind to all kinds of things: insects, birds, musicians, and even gyroscopes.

Then it ends. Because nothing happens in this poem.

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