25 September 2021 – An old poem, with new signifiance.
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.
— The Second Coming, first stanza, by W.B. Yeats, 1919
Reference texts note that Yeats wrote this poem in the immediate aftermath of a global war.
We may today instead note that he wrote it in the middle of a global pandemic.
Wendy Hanington
/ 25 September 2021Thank you. I truly love your posts.
Tomorrow I am hosting a geocacging Event at 6pm until 8pm at Dude Chilling Park as we Celebrate our Communities. And also celebrate the ordinary.
I would be delighted if you dropped if and said Hello.
I am also inviting one other non geocacher who lives extremely close to where the Dude hangs out. A very special woman.
Hopefully, Wendy Hanington
On Sat., Sep. 25, 2021, 5:02 p.m. WALKING WOMAN, wrote:
> icelandpenny posted: ” 25 September 2021 – An old poem, with new > signifiance. 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, Th” >
Lynette d'Arty-Cross
/ 26 September 2021I have always admired this poem. “The centre does not hold” happens often, despite the fact that we can see the cracks forming.
icelandpenny
/ 27 September 2021It is frightening