Ken Harrison 8:30 a.m., April 20
Shine, Perishing Public
- 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.
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