Category Archives: T. S. Eliot

Meditating Four Quartets: Little Gidding (III)

Third Movement There are three conditions which often look alike / Yet differ completely, flourish in the same hedgerow: / Attachment to self and to things and to persons, detachment / From self and from things and from persons; and, … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: Little Gidding (II/5)

Let me disclose the gifts reserved for age / To set a crown upon your lifetime’s effort. Over the past five years, the awareness of my mortality has moved front and center. Not in a morbid or obsessive way–but in … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: Little Gidding (II/4)

But, as the passage now presents no hindrance / To the spirit unappeased and peregrine / Between two worlds become much like each other, / So I find words I never thought to speak / In streets I never thought … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: Little Gidding (II/3)

I said: ‘The wonder that I feel is easy, / Yet ease is cause of wonder. Therefore speak: / I may not comprehend, may not remember.’ / And he: ‘I am not eager to rehearse / My thoughts and theory … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: Little Gidding (II/2)

“I thought morning would never get here,” whispers the poet to himself as he steps out of his house to survey the new devastation wrought by the latest wave of German bombers. What he sees sickens him. He finds himself … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: Little Gidding (II)

The Second Movement A single theme, three stanzas, each containing four couplets, mildly irregular meter. The irregular meter must be intentional. A poet as accomplished as T. S. Eliot could easily have conformed the lyrics to the traditional form. Perhaps … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: Little Gidding (I/3)

If you came this way, / Taking any route, starting from anywhere, / At any time or at any season, / It would always be the same: you would have to put off / Sense and notion. You are not … Continue reading

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