Despair, fellow moderns!
Our culture grows thin and dopey and feeble,
Without lasting beauty, without lustrous rapture.
Its humanist prop-beams have rotted in place;
Its coats of discernment peel away; nor can it retain
Any depth of meaning to keep it anchored.
The waters that power its mill wheels are sluggish,
Except for those trends that in spates undercut
The better embankments; they l
The Expanding Vacuum
Our culture grows thin and dopey and feeble,
Without lasting beauty, without lustrous rapture.
Its humanist prop-beams have rotted in place;
Its coats of discernment peel away; nor can it retain
Any depth of meaning to keep it anchored.
The waters that power its mill wheels are sluggish,
Except for those trends that in spates undercut
The better embankments; they l
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