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IzzyO99
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in Toronto, ON, Canada
Seeking a man, 34 to 50
Seeking a man, 34 to 50
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T. S. Eliot: Collected Poems, 1909-1962 (The Centenary...
by T. S. Eliot
“I had a professor in first year english lit who repeatedly said that all poetry should be read aloud. I have come to agree and wholeheartedly endorse this view. I like to read Eliot aloud - preferably when I'm alone. At night. Or in the morning - that works too.”
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Jan 20, 2012, 5:36 PM
Undersolo, a 39-year-old man in Montreal
“He is meant to be read out loud, like a very sophisticated conversation...”
Dec 24, 1:56 AM
Hesse45202, a 65-year-old man in Cincinnati
“While I was studying physics in college, I did not read poetry. But I had a friend anxious and willing to read Eliot to me.
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?
Because I do not hope to know again
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again
Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessed face
And renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice
And pray to God to have mercy upon us
And pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us
Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still.
I was then touched by these words and see their greater truth even today. The final two lines could have come right from the lips of the Buddha. . . .
Hesse45202”