Thursday, July 22, 2010

Yeats poem

This was quoted in an email from Congressman Alan Grayson and I forgot how much I love it. Putting it here to hold onto for another day.

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.

William Butler Yeats, "The Second Coming"