While doing research for my senior project I encountered this poem entitled "
The Second Coming" by
W.B. Yeats. I vaguely remember this poem written in the immediate aftermath of World War I and a reaction to it revealing the growing sense in many people that civilization had ended and the world was hurtling forward out of control. However, for whatever reason this poem did not previously grab me as it did today. This is merely an excerpt from the first stanza:
"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."
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