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christin
@christin
The Second Coming W. B. Yeats 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?
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Jacob
@jrf
things fall apart
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Alina
@alinaferry
/microsub tip: 133 $DEGEN
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Sine
@sinusoidalsnail
“Things fall apart” is one of my favorite phrases ever. It got stuck in my head while reading the Chinua Achebe novel. And ever since, it suddenly pops in my head, especially during really hard moments. I’m not sure what it is that I love so much about it. But I think I like that it’s so simple, but so powerfully bleak. And in a twisted way, it’s comforting to me. I’m not sure why.
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