Eight of Marianne Moore’s major poems were published in The Nation in the 1940s and ’50s, including “The Mind Is an Enchanting Thing,” “In Distrust of Merits” and “A Carriage From Sweden.” In keeping with the tradition of featuring her work, we present now two of her poems, hitherto unpublished, undated and dedicated to peace on earth. They are from The Poems of Marianne Moore, edited by Grace Schulman, forthcoming from Viking Penguin in October.

Containing roughly twice as many poems as Complete Poems (1968), the new edition includes poems that have appeared only in literary journals or earlier books, and some, like the following, not at all. Pale Morning Moon, Dark Blue Black Sea

   green cypresses all black against    the sun’s noon fire, liberty is noble food. To divide    it makes it more; more of it, not    outstanding–futile word. When insight    is not farsight, when grace would be    outstanding without having been indwelling, there is reason to have sighed.

   Boll-i-var, Bow-lee-var, I don’t    know what you call it but I know he set them free. For the    strengthenings of liberty, thought    of in our minds, done with our fingers,    hoped for in our lives, we’re asking,    save us from the captivity of surfeit; save us from complacency. To Peace

Word that trembles with the glory    Of self-conquest, mend, control. Thirst for quickening compassion,    Grow till craving make us whole.

Power of God, alive with glory,    Unself-love as majesty, Make us one, submerging hatred;    Peace of heaven, make us free.

“To Peace” was apparently composed to Friedrich Schiller’s “Ode to Joy,” which concludes Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony. A note on the reverse side of the manuscript acknowledges Schiller’s hymn.