At this time when the worst side of many Americans is proudly exposed to view by people too morally lost, and too besotted with self-righteousness to realize what they are doing, it is good to reflect on a beautiful poem by Robinson Jeffers.
Praise Life
This country least, but every inhabited country
Is clotted with human anguish.
Remember that at your feasts.
And this is no new thing but from time out of mind,
No transient thing, but exactly
Conterminous with human life.
Praise life, it deserves praise, but the praise of life
That forgets the pain is a pebble
Rattled in a dry gourd.
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