And what rough beast its hour come round at last slouches towards bethlehem to be born.
Rugged beast its hour come round at last.
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.
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 reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
Were vexed to nightmare by.
The darkness drops again.
Is moving its slow thighs while all about it.
And what rough beast its hour come round at last slouches towards bethlehem to be born.
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The only thing not doing any slouching these days is the rough beast in w.
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.
The second coming is a poem written by irish poet w.
William butler yeats widely considered one of the greatest poets of the english language received the 1923 nobel prize for literature.
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.
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle and what rough beast its hour come round at last.
Yeats s the second coming.
Is moving its slow thighs while all about it.
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.
But now i know.
And what rough beast its hour come round at last slouches towards bethlehem to be born.
That twenty centuries of stony sleep.
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.
This poem is in the public domain.