Read the poem below by Marianne Moore then answer the questions opposite.

The Fish

wade

through black jade.

    Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keeps

    adjusting the ash-heaps;

        opening and shutting itself like

an

injured fan.

    The barnacles which encrust the side

    of the wave, cannot hide

        there for the submerged shafts of the

sun,

split like spun

    glass, move themselves with spotlight swiftness

    into the crevices—

        in and out, illuminating

the

turquoise sea

    of bodies. The water drives a wedge

    of iron through the iron edge

        of the cliff; whereupon the stars,

pink

rice-grains, ink-

    bespattered jelly fish, crabs like green

    lilies, and submarine

        toadstools, slide each on the other.

All

external

    marks of abuse are present on this

    defiant edifice—

        all the physical features of

ac- cident—

lack

    of cornice, dynamite grooves, burns, and

    hatchet strokes, these things stand

        out on it; the chasm-side is

dead.

Repeated

    evidence has proved that it can live

    on what can not revive

        its youth. The sea grows old in it.