things fall apart the centre cannot hold mere anarchy is loosed upon this world the blood-dimmed tide is loosed - and everywhere the ceremony of innocence drowned
the best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity
a woundress lesson in thy silent face makes a god of me oh bright elixier peerless I had drunk and so become - immortal
real shadows of the indignant desert birds 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 it's hour comes round at last slouches towards Bethlehem to be born
a woundress lesson in thy silent face makes a god of me oh bright elixier peerless I had drunk
majestic, sovran voices agonies names and deeds creations and destroyings all at once pour into my brain and deify - me
