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Pokvarenost
Nikad nije bila obavezna;
Dok gradovi leže ničice
Pred čudovištem, ostaju nam planine.
Čujte dječaci, ni u čemu ne budite tako umjereni
kao u ljubavi prema čovjeku, pametnom sluzi,
nepodnosivom gospodaru.
Jer to je stupica u koju se hvataju najplemenitiji duhovi,
u koju se, kažu, uhvatio Bog dok je zemljom hodio.
javniservis.me 
zašto samo druga polovina pjesme?
cijela pjesma blista, i to baš zbog prvog dijela:
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 smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots to make earth.
Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances, ripeness and decadence; and home to the mother.
You making haste haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stubbornly long or suddenly
A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains: shine, perishing republic.
But for my children, I would have them keep their distance from the thickening center; corruption
Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the monster’s feet there are left the mountains.
And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant, insufferable master.
There is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught—they say—God, when he walked on earth.