Poetry Meme
Oct. 15th, 2004 05:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So far, I've only seen this in
paka's journal, but here's something topical:
T H E S E C O N D C O M I N G
William Butler Yeats -- 1921
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.
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 the 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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William Butler Yeats -- 1921
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.
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 the 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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Date: 2004-10-16 01:15 pm (UTC)Makes a refreshing change on the way some folks see it....
Looking back with hindsight it becomes frighteningly clear how much was due to our allies, how much to the fact that the Germans couldn't bomb America they way they could - and did - our manufacturing centres, and how much in some cases sheer dumb luck helped some things to happen.
We won the war together, but I would suggest that in some ways we lost the peace.....
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Date: 2004-10-16 04:20 pm (UTC)On the one hand, America did save some butts, in both wars. On the other hand, their financing-without-interfering created a climate where a second war was nearly inevitable. Also, America was high on the list of interest groups who wanted Germany to have to pay reparations in 1919. Wilson knew very well that England and France couldn't afford to pay back their war loans unless Germany was paying them reparations. Basically, they set up the problem, and then acted annoyed that no one jumped for joy when they decided to save the situation two years late.
Meanwhile, Canada's war machine contributed more per capita than any other allied country except Britain, who really had no choice. We even contributed more on a per-capita basis than the States did when they finally decided to help clean up their mess. The fact that we had ten million people to do it with instead of a hundred million doesn't change the percentage of GNP.
I think that's enough of a rant for one day. :)
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Date: 2004-10-16 05:16 pm (UTC)I had an uncle who dies a couple of years back who flew Spitfires...was trained in the USA (Florida I think) but missed the Battle of Britain, got his wings just after. Crash landed a Spitfire once I believe....I wonder whether he ever met your grandfather? The world is probably small enough.
So much that generation could have told us if they were willing to talk (I don't recall Dad mentioning the War and Grandad never spoke much about the first War....I realised recently he'd been at Gallipoli!) and of course if we'd been listening...
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Date: 2004-10-17 04:33 am (UTC)I remember my grandmother telling stories about the civilian side of the Battle of Britain. I also remember the story of Grandad leaving Singapore just after the war started, but obviously before Pearl Habour. He'd been called home to be a drill seargeant for new recruits. The mechanic part, apparently, came later - he was in training when the Battle of Britain began. I can't help but think sometimes about how such a simple thing as volunteering to come home from the East not only saved his life, but created the possibility of mine and all those connected to me. If he'd stayed a few more months. . . well.
The listening is the big thing. I teach at an elementary school, and there are a lot of stories I can't tell there, because of our high refugee population. You don't tell stories about the grandfather who just barely escaped the Japanese, when there are kids in your class who watched relatives being shot on the street in Bosnia or Sierra Leone. It's a shame, actually. These kids need to hear these stories, and many of them never will.
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Date: 2004-10-17 08:09 am (UTC)Me, I'm just a service engineer. I don't get on with kids overmuch except when sis cons me with the old red robe and beard business once a year ...but I'm trying to avoid that!
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Date: 2004-10-17 08:12 am (UTC)She's been called on to explain what it was like during WW2 with a few artifacts we have about (blackout lantern, tin helmets!)
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Date: 2004-10-17 01:26 pm (UTC)My daughter looks at every picture of Santa Claus and yells, "Opa! Opa!" She's right, too - my father-in-law plays Santa in a local mall every year, complete with real white beard.
I'm thinking we're clogging up Athelind's journal with personal stuff. Can I friend you?
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Date: 2004-10-17 03:29 pm (UTC)