Turning and turning in the widening gyre

[moss6886]

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

Comments

[moss6886]

Not much one for poetry as a rule, but this one has stuck. More now than ever.

[a2zmom]

One of my favorite poems and all too appropriate right now.

[moss6886]

Sort of encapsulates the state of things...