THE SECOND COMING (FEATURED POST)
Turning
and turning in the widening gyre
The
falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things
fall apart; the center holds
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 comes round at last
Slouches
towards Bethlehem to be born?
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