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{{Large|Ash Wednesday VI}}<br /> | {{Large|Ash Wednesday VI}}<br /> | ||
By: [[w:T. S. Eliot|T. S. Eliot]] | By: [[w:T. S. Eliot|T. S. Eliot]] | ||
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Although I do not hope to turn again | Although I do not hope to turn again | ||
Although I do not hope | Although I do not hope | ||
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Wavering between the profit and the loss | Wavering between the profit and the loss | ||
In this brief transit where the dreams cross | In this brief transit where the dreams cross {{ln|5}} | ||
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying | The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying | ||
(Bless me father) though I do not wish to wish these things | (Bless me father) though I do not wish to wish these things | ||
From the wide window towards the granite shore | From the wide window towards the granite shore | ||
The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying | The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying | ||
Unbroken wings | Unbroken wings {{ln|10}} | ||
And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices | And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices | ||
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And the weak spirit quickens to rebel | And the weak spirit quickens to rebel | ||
For the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell | For the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell | ||
Quickens to recover | Quickens to recover {{ln|15}} | ||
The cry of quail and the whirling plover | The cry of quail and the whirling plover | ||
And the blind eye creates | And the blind eye creates | ||
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And smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth | And smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth | ||
This is the time of tension between dying and birth | This is the time of tension between dying and birth {{ln|20}} | ||
The place of solitude where three dreams cross | The place of solitude where three dreams cross | ||
Between blue rocks | Between blue rocks | ||
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Let the other yew be shaken and reply. | Let the other yew be shaken and reply. | ||
Blessèd sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden, | Blessèd sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden, {{ln|25}} | ||
Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood | Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood | ||
Teach us to care and not to care | Teach us to care and not to care | ||
Teach us to sit still | Teach us to sit still | ||
Even among these rocks, | Even among these rocks, | ||
Our peace in His will | Our peace in His will {{ln|30}} | ||
And even among these rocks | And even among these rocks | ||
Sister, mother | Sister, mother | ||
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Suffer me not to be separated | Suffer me not to be separated | ||
And let my cry come unto Thee. | And let my cry come unto Thee. {{ln|35}} | ||
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[''I miss her, too. I hope the salt water wasn’t too much of a panacea.''] | |||
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Revision as of 17:40, 14 January 2020
Ash Wednesday VI
By: T. S. EliotAlthough I do not hope to turn again
Although I do not hope
Although I do not hope to turn
Wavering between the profit and the loss
In this brief transit where the dreams cross 5
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying
(Bless me father) though I do not wish to wish these things
From the wide window towards the granite shore
The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying
Unbroken wings 10
And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices
In the lost lilac and the lost sea voices
And the weak spirit quickens to rebel
For the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell
Quickens to recover 15
The cry of quail and the whirling plover
And the blind eye creates
The empty forms between the ivory gates
And smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth
This is the time of tension between dying and birth 20
The place of solitude where three dreams cross
Between blue rocks
But when the voices shaken from the yew-tree drift away
Let the other yew be shaken and reply.
Blessèd sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden, 25
Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still
Even among these rocks,
Our peace in His will 30
And even among these rocks
Sister, mother
And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,
Suffer me not to be separated
And let my cry come unto Thee. 35
[I miss her, too. I hope the salt water wasn’t too much of a panacea.]
