Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center 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.
The Second Coming, 1st Stanza
1919 William Butler Yeats
“It’s almost been worth this Depression to find out how little our Big Men knew.”
Will Rogers
A well-chosen poem, Admin, my favorite, the center is not holding.