Be Angry At The Sun

Poem By Robinson Jeffers

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.


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Comments about Be Angry At The Sun

Beautiful, Truthful, Timeless, I love this man who was
It angers me that so few people have heard of this stubborn noble mind. The cold passion for truth/Hunts in no pack. I think it' a cold passion - or maybe a white-hot passion - that thrills in all Jeffers's work.
Have just discovered Robinson Jeffars at a somewhat late stage in life. His voice is in time. This poem is uncanny.
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. - (in ITALIAN) : Non sei Catullo, sai, Per mettere in satira questi rozzi profili di Cesare. Sei lontano Dalle orme di Dante, ma ancor più lontano dai suoi sconci Livori politici. Lascia che i ragazzi cerchino il piacere, e gli uomini Lottino per il potere, e le donne forse per la fama, E che l'abietto serva un leader e i creduloni siano ingannati. Tu non sei loro.


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