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Why am I thinking about this today?

eyedclaareyedclaar Posts: 6,980
edited November 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

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 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: a waste of desert sand;
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
Wind 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?
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    I'm Voting with the birds today the facebook gang all showed up at the feeders
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    More to read please.... ;)
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    Owr means Gods light
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    oar means............ :lol:
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    eyedclaareyedclaar Posts: 6,980
    So, it’s pretty clear to me that canoegirl is on the hard drugs. Which is fine… as long as she brought enough for the rest of class.
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    eyedclaar wrote:
    William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

    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 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: a waste of desert sand;
    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
    Wind 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?

    this tale rocks hard...one to see in dreams... and while awake

    "the falcon cannot hear the falconer"

    I love that ... love it all
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    eyedclaar wrote:
    So, it’s pretty clear to me that canoegirl is on the hard drugs. Which is fine… as long as she brought enough for the rest of class.

    I'm in class ... where are the drugs ?
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