Saturday, November 1, 2014

For some reason this just fits--(6WS)





The Second Coming
                William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some  revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight; a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

7 comments:

  1. We're in it, alright.

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  2. i find it amazing that something written nearly 100 years ago could be so prescient, so spot on. I've always loved this poem, and Yeats before he got really political, and when I happened to read this this morning, it just jumped out at me, how exactly right this is just now.

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  3. His poetry still makes sense, as if written yesterday.

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  4. Wow. Like Mittens said this fits the here and now.

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