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[greenstorm]

For those of you who can't, or don't want to, bother with the Waste Land, here's another reason TS Eliot is my favourite poet. Read it, dammit.

A Dedication to My Wife by T.S. Eliot

To whom I owe the leaping delight
That quickens my senses in our wakingtime
And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime,
The breathing in unison

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other
Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
And babble the same speech without need of meaning.

No peevish winter wind shall chill
No sullen tropic sun shall wither
The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only

But this dedication is for others to read:
These are private words addressed to you in public.

Comments

[wik.livejournal.com]

I did one of my senior 3D projects on illustrating Waste Land. I really wish I still had that.

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

Me too. That's awesome.