The Trap Poem by Robinson Jeffers
The Trap
I am not well civilized, really alien here: trust me not.
I can understand the guns and the airplanes,
The other conveniences leave me cold.
'We must adjust our economics to the new abundance .
Of what? Toys: motors, music-boxes,
Paper, fine clothes, leisure, diversion.
I honestly believe (but really an alien here: trust me not)
Blind war, compared to this kind of life,
Has nobility, famine has dignity.
Be happy, adjust your economics to the new abundance;
One is neither saint nor devil, to wish
The intolerable nobler alternative.
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4/26/2024 12:49:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Be happy, adjust your economics to the new abundance; One is neither saint nor devil, to wish The intolerable nobler alternative. - Italian: Sii felice, adatta le tue condizioni alla nuova abbondanza; Non si è né santi né diavoli nel desiderare L'insopportabile, più nobile, alternativa.