Rugged Beast Its Hour Come Round At Last

And what rough beast its hour come round at last slouches towards bethlehem to be born.

Rugged beast its hour come round at last.

What rough beast its hour come round at last slouches towards bethlehem to be born. The second coming is a poem written by irish poet w. Were vexed to nightmare by. And what rough beast its hour come round at last slouches towards bethlehem to be born.

That twenty centuries of stony sleep. 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. Well i dunno either but this is your fark writer s thread the somewhat delayed by election madness edition.

Yeats in 1919 first printed in the dial in november 1920 and afterwards included in his 1921 collection of verses michael robartes and the dancer. Is moving its slow thighs while all about it. William butler yeats widely considered one of the greatest poets of the english language received the 1923 nobel prize for literature. But now i know.

Yeats s the second coming. 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. Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

We re bringing out w b. 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. 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. This poem is in the public domain.

Is moving its slow thighs while all about it. Is moving its slow thighs while all about it reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again. Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle and what rough beast its hour come round at last.