There May Be Chaos Still Around The World
by George Santayana
There may be chaos still around the world,
This little world that in my thinking lies;
For mine own bosom is the paradise
Where all my life’s fair visions are unfurled.
Within my nature’s shell I slumber curled,
Unmindful of the changing outer skies,
Where now, perchance, some new-born Eros flies,
Or some old Cronos from his throne is hurled.
I heed them not; or if the subtle night
Haunt me with deities I never saw,
I soon mine eyelid’s drowsy curtain draw
To hide their myriad faces from my sight.
They threat in vain; the whirlwind cannot awe
A happy snow-flake dancing in the flaw.
In this poem I think when the world ends, there can be still chaos and I personally believe that there will be if such thing will happen. Also by this poem George Santayana expresses the thing could happen when the world ends. He could be right but in many ways I thinl this poem is open to discussion. We don't know the world will end in one day but according to him when it ends gods will reappear.
This little world that in my thinking lies;
For mine own bosom is the paradise
Where all my life’s fair visions are unfurled.
Within my nature’s shell I slumber curled,
Unmindful of the changing outer skies,
Where now, perchance, some new-born Eros flies,
Or some old Cronos from his throne is hurled.
I heed them not; or if the subtle night
Haunt me with deities I never saw,
I soon mine eyelid’s drowsy curtain draw
To hide their myriad faces from my sight.
They threat in vain; the whirlwind cannot awe
A happy snow-flake dancing in the flaw.
In this poem I think when the world ends, there can be still chaos and I personally believe that there will be if such thing will happen. Also by this poem George Santayana expresses the thing could happen when the world ends. He could be right but in many ways I thinl this poem is open to discussion. We don't know the world will end in one day but according to him when it ends gods will reappear.
