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Yeats has never been more a propos

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posted on Jun, 21 2009 @ 10:27 PM
Many if not most of you, I am assuming, are familiar with the following poem, but to me its power has only grown with re-reading. And never before has it seemed more suited to our times and general mindset.

For your mulling pleasure, ladies and gents, I present the following poem by WB Yeats. Tell me it doesn't sound all too familiar...

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?

posted on Jun, 21 2009 @ 10:46 PM
It certainly fits with the times!! Thank you for posting it!!!!


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