T.S. Eliot's Ash Wednesday
Because it is Ash Wednesday tomorrow, I give you the first few lines of T.S. Eliot's poem of the same name.
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?
It's one of my favorites – go find it in your local library and give it a read! Or even better, listen.
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?
It's one of my favorites – go find it in your local library and give it a read! Or even better, listen.
posted by Jonathan at
3/08/2011 10:18:00 p.m.
2 Comments:
A Nursery Rhyme, As It Might Have Been Written By TS Eliot
Because time will not run backwards
Because time
Because time will not run
Hickory dickory
In the last minute of the first hour
I saw the mouse ascend the ancient time piece,
Claws whispering like wind in dry hyacinths.
One o'clock,
The street lamp said,
'Remark the mouse that races towards the carpet.'
And the unstilled wheel still turning
Hickory Dickory
Hickory Dickory
dock
-- Wendy Cope
By
Thomas David Baker, at 3/09/2011 7:39 a.m.
Very nice, Mr. Baker. Very nice.
By
Jonathan, at 7/21/2011 7:36 p.m.
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