Greetings from San Cristobal, NM. This week Pond Ripples, a photo I shot in a mountain lake almost twenty years ago, and a poem by W.B. Yeats.
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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?
As always, thank you for looking. G
16 thoughts on “Pond Ripples, The Second Coming. 11-06-24”
Today, it’s great to read this poem from Yeats And contemplate the ripples
Thank you, Amelia. G
Sigh . . . .
I felt the same way! Thanks, Patricia. G
G
Apropos quote and photo from two decades ago.
M
Thanks so much, Mara. G
Thank you for this today 💗🙏🏽🥰
Thank you, Robyn. G
Nice photo. I was just at his gravesite in Ireland in September.
I studied him in English Literature. Thanks Bonnie. G
beautiful photos
Thank you, Melissa. G
How timely to wake up to the beautiful photograph and poem-how timely in this worrisome moment.
It spoke to me and seemed appropriate for this day. Thanks so much Norma. G
Amen ‘brotha, Amen…….
I think it says a lot. Thanks John. G