August 12, 2017
THE SECOND COMING
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
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?
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3iZ9JRVmJ5o
Posted by: Wonderduck at Sun Aug 13 01:19:41 2017 (MhSsP)
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Wonderduck, is that a bare url I see? For shame!
Posted by: David at Sun Aug 13 14:32:08 2017 (JMkaQ)
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Penny Arcade have even done a strip about it.
Posted by: Pete Zaitcev at Sun Aug 13 23:42:03 2017 (pjL8P)
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Yes it is. It was very late and I screwed up.
Posted by: Wonderduck at Mon Aug 14 00:15:48 2017 (MhSsP)
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