Friday Poem: Shine, Perishing Republic

The last few days have been so full of pain for us as a nation and for us as people. This morning, I remembered this poem, so here it is, for what it's worth.

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 lies 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 a trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught
-- they say God --, when he walked on Earth.

Robertson Jeffers


Oh my. Thanks for sharing. Robert Jeffers saw so much back in 1925!
I always loved the last line.