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T. S. Eliot

Yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. — T. S. Eliot, from “The Waste Land,” The Waste Land and… Continue reading T. S. Eliot

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T. S. Eliot

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the… Continue reading T. S. Eliot

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T. S. Eliot

Because I know that time is always time and place is always and only place and what is actual is actual only for one time and only for one place I rejoice that things are as they are. — T. S. Eliot, from “Ash Wednesday,” Collected Poems 1909-1962. (Faber & Faber Limited 1963)

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