Showing posts with label William Butler Yeats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label William Butler Yeats. Show all posts

Saturday, October 17, 2020

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 earth,

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


Saturday, December 25, 2010

The Coming of Wisdom With Time



Though leaves are many , the root is one,
Through all the lying days of my youth,
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun,
Now I may wither into the truth. 

William Butler Yeates