Poem by Marianne Moore

Reinforcements

    The vestibule to experience is not to
        be exalted into epic grandeur. These men are going
    to their work with this idea, advancing like a school of fish
        through

    still water—waiting to change the course or dismiss
        the idea of movement, till forced to. The words of the Greeks
    ring in our ears, but they are vain in comparison with a sight like
        this.

    The pulse of intention does not move so that one
        can see it, and moral machinery is not labelled, but
    the future of time is determined by the power of volition.

1. You Are Like the Realistic Product of an Idealistic Search for Gold at the Foot of the Rainbow
2. Diligence Is to Magic as Progress Is to Flight
3. Spencer's Ireland
4. What Are Years?
5. Feed Me, Also, River God

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