His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock
[...]
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
-from
"Preludes", by T.S. Eliot.
Yeah, go check out everypoet.com, looks like it's pretty good...got a decent selection of T.S. Eliot. ^_^
Really. Go. Now. Don't waste your time here anymore. Well, first, go follow the link on the left to the hunger site and donate some food to starving people (for free!). *Then* go and read, like, Rhapsody on a Windy Night. Which's..incredible...
..wish they had like, "Ash Wednesday" up, but...
"Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum..."
-from
Rhapsody on a Windy Night, by T.S. Eliot
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