Category Archives: T. S. Eliot

Meditating Four Quartets: Little Gidding (V/3)

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 … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: Little Gidding (V/2)

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 first part of the verse is striking but not surprising. … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: Little Gidding (V)

Fifth Movement 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. February 2014—I began with Burnt Norton. Of course. One begins … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: Little Gidding (IV)

. 29 May 1940 was a frightening day for the men awaiting evacuation at Malo-les-Bains beach. Hundreds were killed while waiting for evacuation. Multiple rescue ships were destroyed by the Luftwaffe. “The destroyers pumped shells into the air, and disappeared … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: Little Gidding (III/2)

Sin is Behovely, but / All shall be well, and / All manner of thing shall be well. When I read these lines last May, I knew that I had to stop blogging on Little Gidding and read the Showings of Julian … Continue reading

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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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