Quote: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?
-- William Butler Yeats
Frankly speaking, this The Second Coming is my favourite poem so far. I first time heard it with a few lines in the movie Nixon. And First time I read it as a whole, as I probably said before, I was tucked into the bed--- And it cost me a great deal of sleep time.
This poem is, powerful.
In the first part, with a lost falcon, a collapsing world, a blood-dimmed tide, successfully and forcefully created a vision of Apocalypse.
Who will save us from this gloomy end?
Christ?
No, the second part quickly denied this suggestion. It's effect is even more chilling, by depicting the returning of Jesus Christ as a lonely, ghastly sphinx, a rough beast, "slouching", against a backdrop of a vast, spooky, desert.
The whole poem is just so frustrating, it's like saying "See, that's the end of all time, all living, and you shouldn't expect anyone, anything to save you, because they might be more evil."
But as I said, it is powerful as well.
This is my first time try to analyze, or simply say something on a poem. (I think I should do much more if I really want to analyze it. Oh maybe I just shouldn't analyze it?) Have I grasped the general feeling of this poem correctly?
BTW, what does Spiritus Mundi mean?
Thank you. JB