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Meditating Four Quartets: Burnt Norton (V)

Fifth Movement Words move, music moves / Only in time; but that which is only living / Can only die. Words, after speech, reach / Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern, / Can words or music reach … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: Burnt Norton (IV)

Fourth Movement Time and the bell have buried the day, The black cloud carries the sun away. Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray Clutch and cling? Chill Fingers of … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: Burnt Norton (III)

Between the title of the poem and the first line of poety, Eliot has inserted two quotations from the ancient philosopher Heraclitus: οῦ λόγου δὲ ἐόντος ξυνοῦ ζώουσιν οἱ πολλοί ὡς ἰδίαν ἔχοντες φρόνησιν (“although Reason is common to all, … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: Burnt Norton (II)

Second Movement Garlic and sapphires in the mud / Clot the bedded axle-tree. I am no longer in the garden; but the scent of roses lingers on. The poet now presents me with a number of indecipherable images. “Garlic and … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: Burnt Norton (I)

First Movement Time present and time past / Are both perhaps present in time future / And time future contained in time past. I live in time, bracketed by a past I can neither change nor retrieve and a future … Continue reading

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