Keats and Yeats are on your side

10/2/2009 12:57:00 AM

I think the time is ripe for an Irish poem:

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.

- William Butler Yeats, 1920