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Dialogue: 0,0:00:02.52,0:00:06.34,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats
Dialogue: 0,0:00:07.55,0:00:10.40,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Turning and turning in the widening gyre
Dialogue: 0,0:00:10.40,0:00:14.31,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Dialogue: 0,0:00:14.31,0:00:18.58,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Dialogue: 0,0:00:18.58,0:00:22.10,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
Dialogue: 0,0:00:22.10,0:00:27.75,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
Dialogue: 0,0:00:27.75,0:00:31.94,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
Dialogue: 0,0:00:31.94,0:00:37.51,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Dialogue: 0,0:00:37.51,0:00:43.49,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Are full of passionate intensity.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:43.49,0:00:46.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Surely some revelation is at hand;
Dialogue: 0,0:00:46.93,0:00:50.69,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
Dialogue: 0,0:00:50.69,0:00:55.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
Dialogue: 0,0:00:55.04,0:00:58.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Dialogue: 0,0:00:58.66,0:01:03.03,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
Dialogue: 0,0:01:03.03,0:01:06.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:06.70,0:01:10.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:10.66,0:01:15.20,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Dialogue: 0,0:01:15.21,0:01:22.24,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
Dialogue: 0,0:01:22.24,0:01:27.90,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The darkness drops again; but now I know
Dialogue: 0,0:01:27.90,0:01:31.53,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Dialogue: 0,0:01:31.53,0:01:35.21,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:35.21,0:01:39.86,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:39.86,0:01:44.96,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Dialogue: 0,0:01:53.17,0:01:57.59,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,When William Butler Yeats published The Second Coming in 1920,
Dialogue: 0,0:01:57.59,0:02:01.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Ireland was in the middle of the war of independence.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:01.12,0:02:04.89,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Further afield the First World War had drawn to a close,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:04.89,0:02:10.36,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,while Russia was experiencing the effects of their 1917 Revolutions.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:10.36,0:02:13.72,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,In response, he produced a terrifying poem
Dialogue: 0,0:02:13.73,0:02:16.93,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,about the war-torn landscape he saw before him,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:16.93,0:02:20.23,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and the fears he harbored for the future.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:20.23,0:02:25.60,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The poem starts with small repetitions of language and circular imagery.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:25.60,0:02:30.26,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This is troubled by the falcon who fails to return to its origin point,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:30.26,0:02:34.07,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,which suggests that the cycle of life is falling apart
Dialogue: 0,0:02:34.07,0:02:38.12,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,- and reflects the poet’s acute sense of crisis.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:38.12,0:02:39.74,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,As his disillusionment grew,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:39.74,0:02:44.70,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Yeats grew increasingly preoccupied with alternative visions of the universe,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:44.70,0:02:48.53,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,which he contributed to with his book, A Vision.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:48.53,0:02:51.97,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,This work includes multiple diagrams that depict time
Dialogue: 0,0:02:51.97,0:02:55.04,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,in the form of spirals and vortexes,
Dialogue: 0,0:02:55.04,0:02:57.69,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,moving towards an inevitable end.
Dialogue: 0,0:02:57.69,0:03:00.66,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,It’s an image that’s mirrored in the widening gyre,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:00.66,0:03:04.98,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and the impression of a world spinning out of control.
Dialogue: 0,0:03:04.98,0:03:08.92,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,The last lines speculate on the earth’s final hour,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:08.92,0:03:12.85,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,and offer a chilling image of encroaching disaster:
Dialogue: 0,0:03:12.85,0:03:17.07,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,what rough beast, its hour come round at last/
Dialogue: 0,0:03:17.07,0:03:20.63,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Dialogue: 0,0:03:20.63,0:03:23.67,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,Yeats doesn’t elaborate on this hulking shadow,
Dialogue: 0,0:03:23.67,0:03:28.62,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,but it's a figure that’s come to be associated with a sense of impending doom
Dialogue: 0,0:03:28.62,0:03:31.08,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,- and it takes on particular significance
Dialogue: 0,0:03:31.08,0:03:33.87,Default,,0000,0000,0000,,when a moment of uncertainty is at hand.