Wednesday, November 16, 2016

when the cities lie at the monster's feet

Shine, Perishing Republic

While this America settles in the mould 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

As Donald Trump proceeds with the putrefaction of American life, installing White Nationalist propagandists in the White House, we look for sanctuary. Here it is
--- rock and water, sky and poetry. These things are not eternal. They are not much at all, compared with the stars. But they will easily outlast any vulgar, bigoted con-man.


  1. I saw the Southern Cross ... smiles ...

  2. but, dear one, if he destroys any climate deals or uses those atomic weapons, this could mean the end of it all, no? i mean, no dictator in history has ever had the power, concentrated in his hands, to wipe out mankind, no matter how millions of people they have killed... it is truly frightening... Poor Clara asked me how far America was, and she seemed relieved to hear that it was very far.

  3. that river, and the scattered red among the green -

    and silence -