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Robinson Jeffers - July Fourth By The Ocean
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The continent`s a tamed ox, with all its mountains,
Powerful and servile; here is for plowland, here is
     for park and playground, this helpless
Cataract for power; it lies behind us at heel
All docile between this ocean and the other. If
     flood troubles the lowlands, or earthquake
Cracks walls, it is only a slave`s blunder or the
     natural
Shudder of a new made slave. Therefore we happy
     masters about the solstice
Light bonfires on the shore and celebrate our power.
The bay`s necklaced with fire, the bombs make crystal
     fountains in the air, the rockets
Shower swan`s-neck over the night water…. I
     imagined
The stars drew apart a little as if from troublesome
     children, coldly compassionate;
But the ocean neither seemed astonished nor in awe:
If this had been the little sea that Xerxes whipped,
     how it would have feared us.
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