The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor

W. B. Yeats’ poem The Magi presents the reader with what may appear to be a familiar scene to most, the birth of Christ. However, when considering the perspective of the Magi (which is the perspective that Yeats indeed takes within this work), we are instead presented with a moment of bitter agony. What must it be like to have your world superimposed by another? To have it utterly destroyed, annihilated within an instant. This question is unfortunately asked far too often throughout human history.

This work is separated into three distinct sections:

1. I can see in the mind's eye

2. in the blue depth of the sky

3. like death, our death