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“The Second Coming” by William Butler Yeats

 Line by line analysis of “The Second Coming”: (Stanzas and their Paraphrasing) Stanza No. 1   In the first stanza, the poet William Butler Yeats talks about the ever-increasing and stretching spiritual circles that become bigger and bigger as they move upward. Each circle in that cone-shaped coil represents the 200 years of our history. According to him, in each one of those two hundred years, there always comes a time when humanity almost comes across its extinction because of its own made-up, chaos, and destruction. The Falcon which is the man, causing all this destruction, is not being able to recognize his Creator i.e. the falconer. There also seems to be an imbalance in everything and because of this imbalance, the forces that are trying to keep everything in shape and order are now not being able to do so. They are all falling apart. The only thing that can be seen in this world is the state of disorder because there

“I wandered lonely as a cloud” or “Daffodils” by William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth was a huge worshipper of nature and this Daffodil poem illustrated his love for nature and how his treatment of nature is unique then the rest of the poets who adore and love nature and use it in their poems. “I wandered lonely as a cloud” meaning gives you the impression that this poem which you are about to read is going to be the saddest poem that you’ll ever read and after reading it you’ll feel as lonely as ever but, when you do, you realize that this poem contains a lot of pleasure and joy and also the eternal source of that happiness for you and your sad and lonely moments, therefore the readers like to call this poem by the name of “Daffodils” than the entire phrase “I wandered lonely as a cloud”. Summary of the poem “I wandered lonely as a cloud”: The poet was once wandering over the valleys and hills when all of a sudden he came across a huge amount of dancing golden Daffodils.  They were about ten thousand in just one glimpse and the poet couldn't even