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 a 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?
~W.B Yeats 1919
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Can’t beat a bit of Yates in the evening 👍🖤
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Autocorrect. Grr. 🖤
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Ah i aint the grammar police i understood 😁
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Had to recite this for a high school play… fun times
~B
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Is that sarcasm ?
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Looking back I think it was kinda fun but as it was happening it was just another extra credit mark…. I dont think I even fully understood what the poem was about, come think of it… I wonder if our literature teacher even did and back then couldn’t just Google the meaning of something and get some sort of answer from the internet…
To make it more Afrocentric we also studied a literature novel by Chinua Achebe Things Fall Apart which references the line about the center cannot hold…. Our interpretation was very literal
~B
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Good poem…one that causes shivers. I enjoy reading Yeats work.
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