W.B. Yeats - The Second Coming

[EmperorHai]

Alright, so I have to explicate this damn poem by tomorrow morning. It's pretty bad ass, and I get the gist, but I just don't want to sit down long enough to write two pages about it.

Anyway, I thought I'd share it...

W.B. Yeats ~ 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 convictions, 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 come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

[Anhar_Miah]

thats a very stirring peom, its good to have a good dose of Interlectual Stimulas every know and then, kind of like "pumping iron" but for your brain.

Anyway my moto of the Day:-

"Ask a question and you already have half the Answer"

---------Anhar Miah

[Chris_Mueller]

How did it turn out? I think I once had to write about that poem.

[EmperorHai]

I did well, okay. (13/15) But, my reading was much different than everyone elses. Normally, I wouldn't have written what I thought, especially if I knew what she thought, but I felt I had all the fact to back it up.