This fragment from Robinson Jeffers poem, "Shine, Perishing Republic" is even more relevant today than when it was written in 1925.
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 remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots
to make earth.
