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struggle4progress

(118,282 posts)
Mon Aug 21, 2017, 09:51 PM Aug 2017

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: a waste of desert sand;
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
Wind 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
The Second Coming, 1919

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Turning and turning in the widening gyre (Original Post) struggle4progress Aug 2017 OP
I keep thinking about that one - The Velveteen Ocelot Aug 2017 #1
Thank you. Hadn't thought of it, elleng Aug 2017 #2
Yeah. flying rabbit Aug 2017 #3
Wonderful poem, remembering it lately. But can anyone explain "widening gyre"? /nt philly_bob Aug 2017 #4
Falcons and hawks fly upward in a spiral, a gyre. As they rise the spiral widens out... Hekate Aug 2017 #6
Many thanks, Hekate. Several lines of that poem have run through my head for years..../nt philly_bob Aug 2017 #9
I have thought about this one susanna Aug 2017 #5
Thanks for bringing this here, now. nt Hekate Aug 2017 #7
As a major fan of Yeats - raven mad Aug 2017 #8
I think of that poem frequently these days. MineralMan Aug 2017 #10

elleng

(130,908 posts)
2. Thank you. Hadn't thought of it,
Mon Aug 21, 2017, 09:55 PM
Aug 2017

but glad to get back into Poetry mode.

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Hekate

(90,690 posts)
6. Falcons and hawks fly upward in a spiral, a gyre. As they rise the spiral widens out...
Tue Aug 22, 2017, 01:02 AM
Aug 2017

They see more and more -- but in this case the falcon has escaped the control of its master. It has gone too far out to hear the command to return.

Hope that helps. It's a magnificent poem, written right after WWI and just as the Irish Revolution was beginning.

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