Darkly amused

[redbird]

[Background: there's a long-running campaign of posting poetry, ancient through contemporary, on the subways. I think it started on the London Underground.]

On the train home today, I was out of book, so I glanced up, and saw some very familiar poetry. Eight lines of Yeats: from "Turning and turning in the widening gyre" through "and the worst are full of passionate intensity."

I don't know if whoever chooses poems decided the Republican convention delegates could use that poem--or that the rest of us who are going to have to put up with the damned thing would be comforted, cheered, or otherwise aided by it--or if the timing is sheer coincidence, but it seems fitting somehow.

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[kightp.livejournal.com]

I was taught poetry in college by a slight, bearded and not-quite-doddering Brit named Peter Thomas who'd once met Auden. He never let us forget it. But I still love that poem. The line, "Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;" has been coming back to me again and again lately ...