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T. S. Eliot

If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent If the unheard, unspoken Word is unspoken, unheard; Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard, The Word without a word, the Word within The world and for the world; And the light shone in darkness and Against the Word the unstilled world… Continue reading T. S. Eliot

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Philip Gross

Wind flowers in the mist                             as if dark-grown, as spindly as whims, off the grey coast where there’s no horizon but one we infer, where they walk or sleepwalk, in their middle distance of just-possibility                                considering all this in their absent and abstracted way, three-petalled, unpeeling themselves: loves me loves me not —… Continue reading Philip Gross

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T. S. Eliot

In the uncertain hour before the morning Near the ending of interminable night At the recurrent end of the unending After the dark dove with flickering tongue Had passed below the horizon of his homing While the dead leaves still rattled on like tin — T. S. Eliot, from “Little Gidding,” Four Quartets (Harcourt, 1943)

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