You will go on, and when you have prevailed
You can say: at this point many a one has failed.
But what have I, but what have I, my friend,
To give you, what can you receive from me?
Only the friendship and the sympathy
Of one about to reach her journey's end.
I shall sit here, serving tea to friends...
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
There's no vocabulary For love within a family, love that's lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.
T.S. EliotOnly by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
T.S. EliotWe know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.
T.S. EliotO the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter / And on her daughter / They wash their feet in soda water.
T.S. EliotThe name that no human research can discover--
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon—O swallow swallow
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
I do not know much about gods;but I think that the river is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable . . .
T.S. EliotTag: modern-poetry-at-its-finest
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