The Second Coming

W.B. Yeats

[googly text]

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?

[original text]

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.