The Second Coming
de William Butler Yeats(2006)
1 min lectură
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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?
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- Autor
- William Butler Yeats
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2006
- Cuvinte
- 164
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 22
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William Butler Yeats. “The Second Coming.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/william-butler-yeats/poezie/the-second-comingIntrebari frecvente
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