“To the Soul of ‘Progress'” by Marianne Moore

To the Soul of "Progress"

You've made your mind
A millstone to grind
You polish it
And with your warped with


At your torso,
Prostrate where the crow
On such kind hearts
As its god imparts —

[. . .]

To read Marianne Moore's poem "To the Soul of 'Progress'" in full, visit one of the following location(s) where the anthology in which it was published, Others: An Anthology of the New Verse (1917), has been digitized and made available to the public:


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