Gratuitous Poetry Post

[the_wanlorn]

I think I'm going to edit the pictures from the previous post and label everything that everyone's claimed. Yeah. Cuz I'm a loser like that. In other news, I finally went and got my free hat an Tshirt. And I bought sexy new headphones. I chewed through my last pair and, as I discovered walking to WPI this morning, my backup pair from a couple years ago. :-( But yay new headphones! Still gotta get money for my cap and gown, though. >_< But headphones were more important. The Second Coming, by W.B. Yeats 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? Another one that survived being analyzed in school. ;-) Actually, I think I've had to analyze this one twice... We did it last year, right guys? And I'm fairly certain my 10th grade teacher had us read it. I absolutely love the first stanza and the very last two lines. I think I wrote a story once, based in the world that those words evoked. Considering what I have in line for the next couple days, I seem to have a thing for end-of-the-world poems. So, I'm going to chalk up my liking of this one to my love for doom and destruction. :-)