Wednesday, June 2, 2010

One of Those Poems I Love without Knowing Why

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. 
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

This is only just part of the poem, but it's the part I like. And, interestingly enough, Yeats wrote this in the aftershock of World War I, the War (that was supposed) to End All Wars. 
How long will the Second Coming be "at hand"?

1 comments:

LostInNeverland said...

One must ask themselves this question as it has been 'at hand' for quite some time.

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