Compliment to T. S. Eliot - Series

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.

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.