I had the fortune of analyzing a poem called The Second Coming by the one named Yeats recently in English. I'd like to share it with all of you because of how amazing I think it is.http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Second_Coming_(Yeats)
I won't give away any spoilers, so I'll leave the thread at a generic "discuss."
Even without the context, it's still a poem filled with profound imagery.
wow, it's been a long time since i've read something of that style. it's kind of hard for me to follow… i'll have to sit out from it for a bit and come back to read it again.
interesting subject matter from what i can tell at least… again, i'll have to give it another read-through.
thank you for sharing.
This is certainly one of the more difficult poems I have read, not that I read much poetry to begin with.
Given the time it was written it's quite clear that it is describing the Great War. Well, at first look anyway.
I haven't spent enough time reading it to gain a proper impression of it, however seeing as he is Irish, I can't help but seeing parts of it relating to the Irish War of Independence. I presume that he wrote this very shortly before the war begun as he seems to be hinting at something to come rather than something that is happening. I'm mostly referring to the last four lines:
"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?"
Well that is my first impression, I'll have to read it more later.