Michael Everson wrote:
>...
> "Hey, you, monks, I'm talking to you! Things fall apart...
> ...
> Michael Everson
Things fall apart...??? -- hey, that's not BUDDHIST, its IRISH. See my
beloved Yeats (this should really be enshrined on our website):
mg
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 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 _Spritus 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 stoney 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?
from Magnus Robertes and the Dancer (1921)
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