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WB Yeats - The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre 氹氹轉, 越轉越大圈 The falcon cannot hear the falconer; 隻鷹(隼?鵰?)聽唔到佢主人(?) Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; 啲嘢散晒, 中心守唔實 Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, 一片無序釋放到世上

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?