July 8, 2016

Shine Perishing Republic by Robinson Jeffers

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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.

Posted by gerardvanderleun at July 8, 2016 2:55 PM
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The Bloody Sire
BY ROBINSON JEFFERS

It is not bad. Let them play.
Let the guns bark and the bombing-plane
Speak his prodigious blasphemies.
It is not bad, it is high time,
Stark violence is still the sire of all the world’s values.

What but the wolf’s tooth whittled so fine
The fleet limbs of the antelope?
What but fear winged the birds, and hunger
Jewelled with such eyes the great goshawk’s head?
Violence has been the sire of all the world’s values.

Who would remember Helen’s face
Lacking the terrible halo of spears?
Who formed Christ but Herod and Caesar,
The cruel and bloody victories of Caesar?
Violence, the bloody sire of all the world’s values.

Never weep, let them play,
Old violence is not too old to beget new values.

Posted by: Skorpion at July 8, 2016 4:13 PM

Thanks for that Skorpion. That's one Jeffer's poem I was not aware of.

Posted by: vanderleun at July 8, 2016 5:19 PM

Wow. What sewage. Let me guess. A journalism degree. If that.

Posted by: Latimer at July 9, 2016 10:23 AM

Over-wrought. He was probably drunk when he wrote it.

Posted by: David Katz at July 10, 2016 8:08 PM