While I’m away teaching at the Converse College Low-Residency MFA program (application deadline February 15!), I thought I’d post some of my favorite lines of poetry that I encountered during college—
From “The Second Coming” by William Butler Yeats
The darkness drops again but now I know
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?
Read the whole poem here.
Fun fact: I’m beyond jealous that Joan Didion has already snapped up that last line for a title.