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Friday, November 14, 2008

The Center Cannot Hold


Let There Be Light, originally uploaded by sgrace.



I cannot believe how unstable the world seems right now. Job, economy, presidency, war. Everything seems to be happening at once, good and bad. It's exciting and terrifying. Instead of waiting for things to happen, things are happening so rapidly that we hardly have time to ponder, let alone process, the significance. At the same time, there is much to be thankful for. I'm especially thankful to have a safe happy home in which to sit and write this and consider the turn of the universe.

The Second Coming
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 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?


Interesting NY Times article about this poem

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