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The Mind Is an Enchanting Thing Setting

Where It All Goes Down

It's all in your head. No, seriously—the poem doesn't take place anywhere in particular. Instead, we're given different comparisons of what the mind is like. So if we had to choose a setting, it would be the imagination, which, if you think about it, is actually a massive place. Especially when your tour guide is Marianne Moore. There are no boundaries whatsoever in this setting. We're able to jump from a katydid wing to Gieseking to a dove's neck and back to the memory.