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"The Second Coming" by William Butler 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 tined 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 [i]Spiritus Mundi[/i]
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitless 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 the nightmare by a rocking cradle
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
--William Butler Yeats
This is the poem that my English teacher read to the class after the attack. It was very moving to me. I hope it inspires you, too.
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 tined 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 [i]Spiritus Mundi[/i]
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitless 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 the nightmare by a rocking cradle
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
--William Butler Yeats
This is the poem that my English teacher read to the class after the attack. It was very moving to me. I hope it inspires you, too.
Comments
[i]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;
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?[/i]
It's promising that those affected by the tragedy seem more focussed on rescue and recovery than retribution and revenge. I'm glad this awful, Evil inhuman obscenity hasn't yet triggered a dangerously violent, World-threatening response. The stories of true heroism and human dignity are too numerous to mention.
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Never eat anything bigger than your own head.
The Balance provides. The Balance protects.
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[This message has been edited by An ex-Squid (edited 09-14-2001).]
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[b][url="http://www.minbari.co.uk/log12.2263/"]Required reading[/url][/b]
Never eat anything bigger than your own head.
The Balance provides. The Balance protects.
"Nonono...Is not [i]Great[/i] Machine. Is...[i]Not[/i]-so-Great Machine. It make good snow cone though." - Zathras
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