Thursday, October 16, 2008

One of my favorite poems

WB Yeats - The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center 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?


This is one of my favorite poems and I'd imagine that most people have heard at least part of the first verse. I first read "things fall apart, the center cannot hold" in an x-men comic. I think it was The Beast that said and one of the other characters name dropped Yeats so I looked it up. Enjoy your daily dose of culture.

2 Comments:

Blogger Simon Hawk said...

haha, you read poetry. Proves your homo-ness.

17/10/08 06:31  
Blogger Garble said...

Dude, take a few minutes to get yuor wife to help you with the harder words and tell me you don't think it's cool.

20/10/08 16:43  

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