User:Yannisk

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.


 * Shine, Perishing Republic
 * Robinson Jeffers