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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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Meditating Four Quartets: Little Gidding (I/2)

If you came this way, / Taking the route you would be likely to take / From the place you would be likely to come from, / If you came this way in may time, you would find the hedges … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: Little Gidding

First Movement Midwinter spring is its own season / Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, / Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. / When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire, / The brief sun flames the ice, … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: The Dry Salvages (IV)

Since 1868, the great bell of Nashotah House has rung out the Angelus thrice daily—three triplets, followed by a long pause, concluding with a peal of eighteen strikes. It can be heard for miles. No matter where we were on … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: The Dry Salvages (III/2)

Am I the same person who walked along the Potomac River when I was a boy or who was so convinced at the age of 22 that God was calling him into the Sacred Priesthood? Where is the man with … Continue reading

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