" 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;"
"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
William Butler Yeats
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;"
"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
William Butler Yeats
November 15, 2024 at 8:23 PM
" 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;"
"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
William Butler Yeats
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;"
"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
William Butler Yeats
