William Butler Yeats: “The Second Coming” (1921)
Turning and turning in the widening gyre (1)
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
hings fall apart; the center 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 (2) is at hand;
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi (3)
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 (4)
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?
The second coming of Roberto
Translation Sanesi
turning and spinning into a spiral which increasingly widens
The falcon can not hear the falconer;
Things are dissociated, the center can not hold;
And the pure Anarchy is reversed on the world,
The turbid tide of blood is rampant, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence
Drown;
The best have lost all faith, and the worst
swell of passionate ardor.
Certainly some revelation is at hand;
Sure it approaches the Second Coming.
The Second Coming! And those are just words What
an image formed by the immense crowd I Spiritus Mundi
of sight somewhere in the desert sands
A form from the body of a lion and the head of a man
With empty eyes and pitiless as the sun moves
With its slow thighs, while
revolve around the shadows of the indignant desert birds.
darkness falls again, but now I know That twenty centuries of
a sleep of stone
were turned into nightmare by a rocking cradle.
And what rough beast, its time to finally come forward
towards Bethlehem to be embodied?
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