Tag Archives: t.s. eliot

Four Quartets: Appropriate for all occasions

Posted on 21 April 2011 by

You say I am repeating Something I have said before. I shall say it again. Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there, To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not, You must go … Continue reading →

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Afterthought on Eliot

Posted on 3 April 2010 by

I first read T.S. Eliot as a precocious teenager already in college; I must have been thirteen or fourteen. I didn’t like his poetry, but it made a deep impression on me all the same. I remember writing at least … Continue reading →

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Because it is Holy Saturday and Poetry Month

Posted on 3 April 2010 by

I Midwinter spring is its own seasonSempiternal though sodden towards sundown,Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,In windless cold that is the … Continue reading →

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And the smoke is briars

Posted on 10 April 2009 by

I alluded to this segment of Eliot’s “East Coker” the other day when I quoted Rowan Williams, and thought of posting it today. Ironically, Dogo Barry Graham beat me to it, but I shall post it anyway. The wounded surgeon … Continue reading →

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April is the LOLest month

Posted on 7 April 2009 by

And in honor of National Poetry Month, I present that vitally important 20th-century masterpiece, The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot… In LOLspeek. i seez cumean sybilsybil can has bukkit?sybil wantz DIE 1. IM IN UR WASTELAND BURYING UR DEAD april hates … Continue reading →

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Remembering Little Gidding

Posted on 26 November 2008 by

Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire, The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches, In windless … Continue reading →

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