Be Angry At The Sun

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.