Monday, June 27, 2016

The Widening Gyre

William Butler Years, "The Second Coming" (1919, 1920). 

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: 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?

Today's Rune: Wholeness.


t said...

Many Nigerians know the opening lines because of Achebe.

the walking man said...

I wonder what will come aborning in this second coming of a second coming? Third? fourth? One hundredth? If the center cannot hold then the guy with the ball gets knocked on his ass.

Charles Gramlich said...

Some incredibly powerful lines there

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Those words have always given me chills. So very evocative.