Rugged Beast Its Hour Come Round At Last

The second coming is a poem written by irish poet w.

Rugged beast its hour come round at last.

The darkness drops again. Yeats s the second coming. William butler yeats widely considered one of the greatest poets of the english language received the 1923 nobel prize for literature. And what rough beast its hour come round at last slouches towards bethlehem to be born.

Is moving its slow thighs while all about it. Were vexed to nightmare by. Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. And what rough beast its hour come round at last slouches towards bethlehem to be born.

But now i know. And what rough beast its hour come round at last slouches towards bethlehem to be born. And what rough beast its hour come round at last slouches towards bethlehem to be born october 29 2013october 29 2013 carolyn o halloween approaches friends and what better way to ring it in than with the scariest freakin poem in the english language. What rough beast its hour come round at last slouches towards bethlehem to be born.

That twenty centuries of stony sleep. Is moving its slow thighs while all about it. Keeping in mind the overall message of the poem the apocalypse a rocking cradle could refer to the birth of the anti christ literal and figuratively and bethlehem was the birth place of jesus christ. Yeats s the second coming the 1919 poem from which the phrase originates.

Well i dunno either but this is your fark writer s thread the somewhat delayed by election madness edition. We re bringing out w b. And what rough beast its hour come round at last slouches towards bethlehem to be born. The only thing not doing any slouching these days is the rough beast in w.

Is moving its slow thighs while all about it reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. 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. The darkness drops again over the speaker s sight but he knows that the sphinx s twenty centuries of stony sleep have been made a nightmare by the motions of a rocking cradle and what rough beast he wonders its hour come round at last slouches towards bethlehem to be born. The darkness drops again.