The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats

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The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats

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An animated interpretation of William Butler Yeats's poem The Second Coming -- For an analysis of this poem, watch this video- http-//bit.ly/TEDEdYeatsAnalysis This animation is part of our new series, There's a Poem for That, which features animated interpretations of poems both old and new that give language to some of life's biggest feelings. This animation is part of our new series, There's a Poem for That, which features animated interpretations of poems both old and new that give language to some of life's biggest feelings. Check out the full series here- http-//bit.ly/TEDEdTheresAPoemForThat Poem by William Butler Yeats, directed by Eoin Duffy. Sign up for our newsletter- http-//bit.ly/TEDEdNewsletter Support us on Patreon- http-//bit.ly/TEDEdPatreon Follow us on Facebook- http-//bit.ly/TEDEdFacebook Find us on Twitter- http-//bit.ly/TEDEdTwitter Peep us on Instagram- http-//bit.ly/TEDEdInstagram

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The Second Coming by William Butler 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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