This poem is three years old but it is still fresh and relevant. I'm sure you meant us to see Yeats's poem from 1939 with his much darker prophecies of things falling apart because THE CENTRE WILL NOT HOLD. You are writing in a new era, the dangers he saw have (hopefully) passed, and the vision you guide us to see is benign, even lovely and the whole situation is suffused in good humor. I craned my neck to look upward, the sun flashed into my eyes, but it was worth the momentary discomfort to see this gentle vision of fleeting beauties.
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This poem is three years old but it is still fresh and relevant. I'm sure you meant us to see Yeats's poem from 1939 with his much darker prophecies of things falling apart because THE CENTRE WILL NOT HOLD. You are writing in a new era, the dangers he saw have (hopefully) passed, and the vision you guide us to see is benign, even lovely and the whole situation is suffused in good humor. I craned my neck to look upward, the sun flashed into my eyes, but it was worth the momentary discomfort to see this gentle vision of fleeting beauties.