Robinson Jeffers

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

The Trap - Poem by Robinson Jeffers

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.


Comments about The Trap by Robinson Jeffers

  • Fabrizio Frosini (12/10/2015 7:36:00 AM)


    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.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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