WB Yeats

[bardiphouka]

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 the 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

[laviniaspeaks.livejournal.com]

yesssss.

[g0jir0.livejournal.com]

I believe a T is missing from the first word?

[bardiphouka.livejournal.com]

Tis...or actually now..Twas

[g0jir0.livejournal.com]

And here I thought perhaps you'd found Yeat's original draft ...

[bardiphouka.livejournal.com]

As I recall the original draft started

urning and churning like hunk of steaming punk

but he rejected due to a scarcity of good horn sections available at the time

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[g0jir0.livejournal.com]

And here I thought that was W.B. Yaytz, the well-known Dutch author.

[bardiphouka.livejournal.com]

Didn't he write Let me plug your dyke,baby?

My Inaugural Address at the Great White Throne Judgment of the D

[(Anonymous)]

I discuss Yeats' poem at:
My inaugural address at the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead, after I have raptured out billions! The Secret Rapture soon, by my hand!
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