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Burnt Norton 1935
Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time future,And time future contained in time past.
At the still point of the turning world.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality.
Sudden in a shaft of sunlight Even while the dust moves
Down the passage we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.
East Cocker 1940
In my beginning is my end.
And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane And to shake the wainscot where the field-mouse trots And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto.
Now the light falls Across the open field, leaving the deep lane Shuttered with branches, dark in the afternoon
Dawn points, and another day Prepares for heat and silence.
The houses are all gone under the sea. The dancers are all gone under the hill.
The Dry Salvages 1941
the sea is all about us; The sea is the lands’s edge also, the granite Into which it reaches
We had the experience but missed the meaning, And approach to the meaning restores the experienceIn a different form
The river is within us, the sea is all about us; The sea is the land’s edge also, the granite Into which it reaches
And right action is freedom From past and future also.
Little Gidding 1942
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches
And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And to know the place for the first time.
to make an end is to make a beginning