Sunday, September 11, 2005

There are left the mountains...


"All cities, all states, all reigns are mortal. Everything, either by nature or by accident, ends at some time. And so a citizen who is living in the final stage of a country's existence should not feel as sorry for one's country as for oneself. What happened to one's country was inevitable; but to be born at a time when such a disaster had to happen was his misfortune"
--Guicciardini Ricordi


Shine Perishing Republic

While this America settles in the mold of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire,
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the mass hardens,

I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots to make earth.
Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances, ripeness and decadence; and home to the mother.

You making haste, haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stubbornly long or suddenly
A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains: shine, perishing republic.

But for my children, I would have them keep their distance from the thickening center; corruption
Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the monster's feet there are left the mountains.

And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant, insufferable master.
There is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught-they say-God, when he walked on earth.


-- Robinson Jeffers, 1926

1 Comments:

At 2:50 AM, Blogger Mac said...

Good to see you are back. Keep up the good work. It's a mess here.
Mac

 

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