Saturday, September 20, 2008

Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold

I think I have posted Yeats here before. Yet at this point, none is as poignant and accurate of the current state of affairs, both political and personal. 

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.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi Gaya! Adeline here. I'm now in singapore - yes, have cut the tie with merry olde England at long last. I've lost your e-mail my dear, do you still have mine? Drop me a line won't you? Hope all is well and big hugs.