My honey is smart

Last night as we were watching an episode of Angel from 2 weeks ago (first time for us, but just a frame of reference type thing), M impressed the heck out of me with his literary knowlegde. Lorne (possibly my favourite Angel character said in reference to the coming Big Bad "Think slouching towards Bethlehem." To which M exclaimed "Wow. Great reference." Being the literary lightweight that I am, I scraped my brain for things that slouched towards Bethlehem and had to say "What's that?" "It's from a Yeats poem." he replied "The Second Coming. I'll find a copy of it for you tomorrow."

True to his word, M found it for me and has again opened my verbally retarded mind to the world of early 20th century poets. Kudos to the Angel writer that pulled out that literary card. I like it when I learn things whist being entertained.

HRH

Dig it:

"The Second Coming" by W.B. Yeats

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 convictions, 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?