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Meditating Four Quartets: The Fire and the Rose are One

“Certainly there was an Eden on this very unhappy earth,” J. R. R. Tolkien wrote to his son Christopher in early 1945. “We all long for it, and we are constantly glimpsing it: our whole nature at its best and … 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 (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/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)

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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