Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Excerpt from “East Coker”

Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.

~T. S. Eliot, East Coker, in Four Quartets

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