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Somewhere in the desert sands
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 around reel shadows of indignant desert birds
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 toward Bethlehem to be born?
The best lack all conviction
The worst are full of passionate intensity