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: 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?
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?
William Butler Yeats
Pronto... Desta vez vai ser menina e, não vá o diabo tecê-las, por cesariana, é mais seguro.
ReplyDeletemuito da biblia, um pouco de shakespeare, a arte de wby, gosto do while the worst are full of passionate intensity (shakespeare), a esfinge que faz por ali? evangelhos, apocalipse, natal, a imagem cinematografica dos 1ºs 2 versos, surely the Second Coming is at hand, não creio, cada vez está mais longe, na verdade é um belissimo poema, gosto assim deles, com ideias, conteudo, não só imagens, com boa vontade vemos mesmo rimas, ganhou o nobel o poeta? não sei, vou ver, indignant desert birds tambem é um verso (fragmento) adequado para uma antologia, talvez esteja nalguma, e troubles my sight na 1a pessoa é a unica fresta por onde se avista directamente o poeta, confessando-se.
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