Summer Holiday

Summer Holiday 

Poem by Robinson Jeffers

When the sun shouts and people abound

One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronze

And the iron age; iron the unstable metal;

Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the tow-ered-up cities

Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster.

Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time,

kind rainswill cure them,

Then nothing will remain of the iron age

And all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a poem

Stuck in the world's thought, splinters of glass

In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam 

far off in the mountain...