“Shine, Perishing Republic” by Robinson Jeffers

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.

6 thoughts on ““Shine, Perishing Republic” by Robinson Jeffers

  1. Yes, I know. My special education teacher use to tell me the same thing in high school. Mike T., Tommy Z, and Erik W. had no skills when compared to me, Mr. CP.

  2. Welcome to my world of acronyms:

    CP = Ceberal Palsey DD = Developmental Disability MR = Mental Retardation SB = Spina Bifida ASD = Autism Spectrum Disorder TD = Tardive Dyskinesia LD = Learning Disability

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