The Second Coming
 

[CENTER][SIZE="2"][COLOR="Blue"]The Second Coming [/COLOR][/SIZE][/CENTER]




[COLOR="DarkGreen"]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? [/COLOR]



by William Butler Yeats

Nice Description of Age
 

Yeats has always been my favorite poet.............. he describes the age so nicely that it best fits to the present day conditions.

@wind
 

have u seen WHEN U R OLD by yeats, if not just go through it once and u would feel ur own old age