They dream about the extensions
Falcon does not hear Falconers;
Come down, but the center is not feasible!
This permission works only for the world;
Olive mountains and bleeding are clear that the heat in every place,
An innocent ceremony goes out.
This is especially free of any thoughts when he is a stupid one
They are full of passionate research.
I can speak to you or it is not a revelation;
Of course, the second is shown here.
Resurrection! And these words were new
The spirit has seen a great world,
You stop me in the search, instead of sand in desert
The lion’s head and the human body;
For example, the look of a dress, the shining sun,
Laughing at the club, but it’s all about it
Troubleshooting in the shadow of the bird.
Dark has now been published again. But now I know
20 stone beds
Thanks to this turbulent starch,
Grub and animals with your last courses
Lamp in the city on his journey, was he born?
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?
Translation steps: English > Latin > Latvian > Lithuanian > Luxembourgish > English
The original text of this poem is in the public domain.