We have been studying the book of Revelation in our Sunday School class. Consequently, I have been thinking about final things a lot recently. This weekend I stumbled across a
Yeats poem that I found to be interesting and relevant.
In the aftermath of the first world war, Yeats saw an apocalyptic meaning behind the current times; he postulated that something very soon was coming that would supplant Christianity. Therefore he wrote "
The Second Coming" which is (as best I can tell) a poem about the coming of the Antichrist. The poem is rich, drawing from many sources, but I was struck by the parallels with a modern day novel seemingly crafted after Yeats' work, Cormac McCarthy's
No Country for Old Men (which gets its title from another Yeats poem, "
Sailing to Byzantium").
Anyway, here is the poem.
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 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?