BACK TO THE USSR?
The Second Coming
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
Turning and turning in the widening gyre<br>
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<br>
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst<br>
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.<br>
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out<br>
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert<br>
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,<br>
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,<br>
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it<br>
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.<br>
The darkness drops again; but now I know<br>
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,<br>
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,<br>
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
n/a
Source: The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats (1989)
What rough beast?
Making the beast with two backs is a euphemistic metaphor for two persons engaged in sexual intercourse. It refers to the situation in which a couple—in the missionary position, woman on top, on their sides, kneeling, or standing—cling to each other as if a single creature, with their backs to the outside.
In English, the expression dates back to at least William Shakespeare's Othello (Act 1, Scene 1, ll. 126-127, c. 1601–1603):[1]
I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.[2]
The earliest known occurrence of the phrase is in Rabelais's Gargantua and Pantagruel (c. 1532) as the phrase la bête à deux dos. Thomas Urquhart translated Gargantua and Pantagruel into English, which was published posthumously around 1693.[3]
In the vigour of his age he married Gargamelle, daughter to the King of the Parpaillons, a jolly pug, and well-mouthed wench. These two did oftentimes do the two-backed beast together, joyfully rubbing and frotting their bacon 'gainst one another.[4]
With the storm outside and this fire's bright
Oh, and in your eyes I see what's on my mind
You've got me wild, turned around inside
Oh, and this desire, see, is creeping up heavy inside here
I know you feel the same way as I do now
Let's make this an evening
We'll share some wine, maybe we'll get high
Oh, well, lay here with me
Just for a night, just for this evening
Oh, and we'll make our passionate pictures
And maybe twist up a secret creature
And away here
And tomorrow go back to being friends
Go back to being friends, tonight let's be lovers
Say oh, tonight let's be lovers
Oh, and I see this, oh, share glasses
And our tongues twist and sweat sings
So deep into the core, we'll call it's over
Oh make our juice, I'll make, I'll do
Oh, with me, lay, I'll do lay down and with you
And we rogue kiss and we wrote this
Oh, stay here with me
Just for this night, just for an evening
Oh, and together, oh, I don't know, well
I think we choose well, come find this over
And, we'll run away just for today
Oh, then tomorrow it's back in life
And we'll forget this as if a secret time were there
And we'll wake up
Oh, tomorrow go back to being friends
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