T.S. Eliot's East Coker is one of my favorite poems.
There is so much ahunting imagery, so much wisdom in these stanzas. Perhaps my favorite line is We must be still and still moving.
Savor it: http://www.tristan.icom43.net/quartets/coker.html.
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010
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