Source: T.S. Eliot
8 records meet the criteria.- At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
[Uncategorized] - Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
[Poetry] - In my beginning is my end.
[Beginnings] - In the last few years everything I'd done up to sixty or so has seemed very childish.
[Uncategorized] - Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it.
[Uncategorized] - Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still.
[Uncategorized] - This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
[Uncategorized] - What we call the beginning is often the end And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
[Beginnings]