Website review: Burnt Norton
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•5 reviews since Oct 12, 2005
poetry, t-s-eliot
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ramblinrose8 rated 6 months ago- beyond "The Wasteland"
- IntrepidDreamer rated 8 months ago
- IV Time and the bell have buried the day, The black cloud carries the sun away. Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray Clutch and cling? Chill Fingers of yew be curled Down on us? After the kingfisher's wing Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still At the still point of the turning world.
- libero rated 11 months ago
- Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
Round the corner. Through the first gate,
Into our first world, shall we follow
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
There they were, dignified, invisible,
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,
And the bird called, in response to
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.
Excerpted from BUIRNT NORTON
(No. 1 of 'Four Quartets')
T.S. Eliot
- WaitingforGodot rated 29 months ago
"Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves I do not know.
Other echoes Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow? Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,"
-T.S. Eliot
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