YAY! i have a poem that is both about my pain and in response to a great guy that gave me his:
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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 the 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?"
i didn't know it was Yeats until recently, but i finally understand. and the "slouching toward Bethlehem thing" is so very visceral.
worried sleepless, puffy-eyed and in misery, can anyone suggest depressing poetry, it's
therapeutic for the soul.
Zach--hope you like it. need poetry again. i has thinking of a few things but i need it..sny poets poetry tips would be good.
lots of others.