August 12, 2017

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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Posted by: Wonderduck at Sun Aug 13 01:19:41 2017 (MhSsP)

2 Wonderduck, is that a bare url I see?  For shame!

Posted by: David at Sun Aug 13 14:32:08 2017 (JMkaQ)

3 Penny Arcade have even done a strip about it.

Posted by: Pete Zaitcev at Sun Aug 13 23:42:03 2017 (pjL8P)

4 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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