Compliment to T. S. Eliot - Series
Part No. 1
Descend lower, descend only
Into the world of perpertual solitude,
World not world, but that which is not world,
Internal darkness, deprivation
And destitution of all property,
Desiccation of the world of sense,
Evacuation of the world of fancy,
Inoperancy of the world of spirit;
This is the one way, and the other
Is the same, not in movement
But abstention from movement; while the world moves
In appetency, onits metalled ways
Of time past and time future.
Source: ELIOT, T.S. Four Quartets. 1944. London: Faber and Faber Limited.
Compliment to T. S. Eliot - Series
Part No. 2
The sea howl
And the sea yelp, are the different voices
Often together heard: the whine in the rigging,
The menace and caress of wavethat breaks on water,
The distant rote in the granite teeth,
And the wailing warning from the approaching headland
Are all sea voices, and the heaving groaner
Rounded homewards, and the seagull:
And under the oppression of the silent fog
The tolling bell...
Source: ELIOT, T.S. Four Quartets. 1944. London: Faber and Faber Limited.