[Impaler]

A.Buttle, name this poem!

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?

It's my absolute favorite. I'm still trying to figure it out.

[Chris]

William Butler Yeats

[Chris]

1st verse sounds like the evil that is overcoming the world, how without someone to save us we will all become evil and chaos will break out.

2nd verse sounds like a beast of evil dying to the second coming and is moving toward Bethlehem for the resurrection of Jesus Christ the coming of the lord.

But that is just my opinion.

[ May 11, 2001: Message edited by: Chris ]

[Impaler]

Correct, sir.

But what I can't figure out is what the sphinx has to do with anything Christian.

[PandaX52]

*puts on crude, tin foil helmet and points to the sky*

[A.Buttle]

"The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats. Rah!