Chaucer Doth Tweet:
Synge us a songe,
thou art the piano man,
Synge us a songe thys eve!
We desyre for to hearen a melodye,
And swete musique bringeth heartes ease.
The Second Coming
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?
~William Butler Yeats
“W.B. Yeats” by Day Williams
It takes half your life before you discover life is a do-it-yourself project.
Just as our eyes need light in order to see, our minds need ideas in order to conceive.
Man, alone, has the power to transform his thoughts into physical reality; man, alone, can dream and make his dreams come true.