Be Angry At The Sun
That public men publish falsehoods
Is nothing new. That America must accept
Like the historical republics corruption and empire
Has been known for years.
Be angry at the sun for setting
If these things anger you. Watch the wheel slope and turn,
They are all bound on the wheel, these people, those warriors.
This republic, Europe, Asia.
Observe them gesticulating,
Observe them going down. The gang serves lies, the passionate
Man plays his part; the cold passion for truth
Hunts in no pack.
You are not Catullus, you know,
To lampoon these crude sketches of Caesar. You are far
From Dante's feet, but even farther from his dirty
Political hatreds.
Let boys want pleasure, and men
Struggle for power, and women perhaps for fame,
And the servile to serve a Leader and the dupes to be duped.
Yours is not theirs.
Robinson Jeffers
10 januari 1887 - 20 januari 1962
Läs om denne fascinerande poet hos "The Robinson Jeffers Association".
så passande!
SvaraRaderajag känner bara till hans namn, men har inte läst något av honom. om vi inte var tvungna att göra det i skolan, fast i så fall har jag glömt det.
hoppas du hittat en snögubbe!
Debbie,
RaderaJag är inte heller närmare bekant med honom - men tycker han är intressant.
Än så länge kommer jag ned, och upp, för backen. Kommer dag kommer råd.
Margaretha