The wonderful thing about poetry is that it means something different to everyone who reads it.
My favorite poem is The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats. It's a beautiful piece of writing that forebodes the imminent doom of the future. I see it as a beautiful warning, dripping with both fear and anticipation. It has this haunting melody that draws me into its meaning. Yeats' marrying of visceral language and epic story telling has always intrigued me. But this is my personal favorite. The Second Coming is a haunting bit of verse that embodies that feeling you have when you're on the edge of something amazing...or catastrophic. Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre 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. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. 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. 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?
How does this poem make you feel? Do you have a favorite poem!?
Make sure to celebrate National Poetry Day by creating some of your own or talking about your favorites, because writing in this way or reading these words can make things truly beautiful.