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Friday, 11 September 2009


Glo, these are not two poems, but one long extract from T S Eliot's East Coker, itself one of the Four Quartets.

The quotation on the memorial stone is also from Four Quartets, also indeed from East Coker.

Read and marvel!

I like both poems, very thought-provoking they are. One should spare them for those forthcoming dark winter nights.
I also like the sentence on the memorial stone (on the picture) "In my beginning is my end, In my end is my beginning". Do you know where it comes from? Another poem maybe?
I hope you are fine and I quite like to see you make an appearence on this side of the blog from time to time.

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