The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats 9.8分
读书笔记 The Second Coming
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.
引自 The Second Coming

讀Four Quartets想到的這首詩,本來重點是第一節,現在越來越喜歡這第二節,真是乾脆,像他後期的Purgatory一劇。

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