Turning and turning in widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Thing fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarshy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, whlie the worst
Are fuul of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Sceond Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Trouble my sight:somewhere in sand 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, whlie all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I konw
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking crale,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Shouches towards Bethlehem yo be born?
谁了解里面更深一层的意思！^^
