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ET Awful Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jul-07-05 03:32 PM
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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 convictions, 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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bicentennial_baby Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jul-07-05 03:33 PM
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1. Beat me to it
possibly my all time favorite...
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ET Awful Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jul-07-05 03:37 PM
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3. If I really wanted to mess with some minds I'd post
T.S. Eliot's "The Wasteland"

. . . . . Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine. . . . .
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bicentennial_baby Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jul-07-05 03:39 PM
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4. Oh I know
I love the timeless and chilling nature of these pieces...
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progmom Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jul-07-05 03:34 PM
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2. perfect
:applause:

thanks for that.
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