Shine, Perishing Republic
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening
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 deca-dence; and home to the mother.
You making haste haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stub-bornly 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 thick-ening 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.
published in 1925, written by Robinson Jeffers
my comment: Robinson beckons us to try to cast-aside Ecology, and show us that cannot be done, as we keep memory assured, only direction moderates