"The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats

[cinaed]

THE SECOND COMING

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: somewhere in sands of the desert
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
Reel 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?

Comments

[lilyayl.livejournal.com]

Curse you! This is one of my favorite poems and I so had it listed as one I definitely wanted to post later this week/month. *sticks her tongue out at you*

Good poem, though.

Oh, for this week. I'll pick topic. You choose structure.

Topic: Inanna

:)

[cinaed.livejournal.com]

Ha, sorry! We read it for my Brit Lit class and I thought it'd be a good one to start the month off with. *grin*

Ooh, neat topic.

Structure: Pantoum