Talk:T.S. Eliot

A personal note - a bit of revery perhaps:

In 2009 my wife and I visited England. We each had our reasons to go and our places to visit. Amongst mine were Down Ampney (the birth place of Ralph Vaughan Williams), the Naval Museum at Portsmouth, A.E. Housman's Shropshire and Little Gidding in the flat anonymous wilds of north Cambridgeshire where Eliot wrote the following:

What we call the beginning is often the end

And to make an end is to make a beginning.

The end is where we start from. And every phrase

And sentence that is right (where every word is at home,

Taking its place to support the others,

The word neither diffident nor ostentatious,

An easy commerce of the old and the new,

The common word exact without vulgarity,

The formal word precise but not pedantic,

The complete consort dancing together)

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,

Every poem an epitaph. And any action

Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat

Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.

We die with the dying:

See, they depart, and we go with them.

We are born with the dead:

See, they return, and bring us with them.

The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree

Are of equal duration. A people without history

Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern

Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails

On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel

History is now and England.

With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this Calling

We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time.

Through the unknown, remembered gate

When the last of earth left to discover

Is that which was the beginning;

At the source of the longest river

The voice of the hidden waterfall

And the children in the apple-tree

Not known, because not looked for

But heard, half-heard, in the stillness

Between two waves of the sea.

Quick now, here, now, always--

A condition of complete simplicity

(Costing not less than everything)

And all shall be well and

All manner of thing shall be well

When the tongues of flames are in-folded

Into the crowned knot of fire

And the fire and the rose are one.

AlanE (talk) 02:36, 21 March 2016 (EDT)

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Should this article be added to the category "Christians"?Carltonio (talk) 13:59, 29 March 2019 (EDT)

Eliot was certainly a Christian, so be my guest. AlanE (talk) 01:40, 31 March 2019 (EDT)