“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…”

–  Robinson JeffersShine, Perishing Republic, 1941


One Response to About

  1. BooksOnBooks says:

    your article on Andrew Hayes is cited here: http://wp.me/p2AYQg-xZ

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