Treasure Island

Robinson Jeffers

(10 January 1887 – 20 January 1962 / Allegheny, Pennsylvania)

Ave Caesar


No bitterness: our ancestors did it.
They were only ignorant and hopeful, they wanted freedom but wealth too.
Their children will learn to hope for a Caesar.
Or rather--for we are not aquiline Romans but soft mixed colonists--
Some kindly Sicilian tyrant who'll keep
Poverty and Carthage off until the Romans arrive,
We are easy to manage, a gregarious people,
Full of sentiment, clever at mechanics, and we love our luxuries.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Clayton Haven (10/25/2008 2:45:00 AM)

    I am new to this website. I am visiting because Simon Winchester referred to him in his book, A Crack in The Edge of the World.
    Today is October 25,2008 - 10 days from a fateful election. Ave Caesar feels apt to the occasion, not so much in the Caesar as in we who await him. (Report) Reply

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