something wicked......

[kathyp]

this poem popped into my head.  don't know why.  ever get the feeling that something bad is about to happen?  Yeats must have felt like everything he knew had ended with ww1.  the world would never be the same.  he was right.  i wonder what wickedness comes this way that is make many i know so uneasy in their souls?   



 William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
       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: 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?

[10framer]

that is very dark.

[kathyp]

it is.

[10framer]

it's also an old thread.  was your feeling of doom and gloom correct or is it still too soon to answer that?

[kathyp]

LOL.

i watched the Chuck Hagel hearing.  i think we have arrived.

[10framer]

oh, i think we arrived well before that.