The Second Coming
by William Butler Yeats
[published after the Great War of 1914-1918]
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon can not hear the falconer.
Things fall apart; the center can not 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 stormy sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its time come at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
thanks to Evie Shockley and Lea Lane
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