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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/78023-0.txt b/78023-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a2c3bc4 --- /dev/null +++ b/78023-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,358 @@ +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78023 *** + + + + +ASH-WEDNESDAY + + + + + ASH-WEDNESDAY + + BY + T. S. ELIOT + + NEW YORK : LONDON + G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS + The Knickerbocker Press + 1930 + + + + + ASH-WEDNESDAY + + + Copyright, 1930 + by + T. S. Eliot + + Published, Autumn, 1930 + + First American Trade Edition + + All rights reserved. This book, or parts thereof, must + not be reproduced in any form without permission. + + [Illustration: The Knickerbocker Press + New York] + + Made in the United States of America + + + + + TO + MY WIFE + + + + + ASH-WEDNESDAY + + + + + I + + + Because I do not hope to turn again + Because I do not hope + Because I do not hope to turn + Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope + I no longer strive to strive towards such things + (Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?) + Why should I mourn + The vanished power of the usual reign? + + Because I do not hope to know again + The infirm glory of the positive hour + Because I do not think + Because I know I shall not know + The one veritable transitory power + Because I cannot drink + There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing + again + + Because I know that time is always time + And place is always and only place + And what is actual is actual only for one time + And only for one place + I rejoice that things are as they are and + I renounce the blessèd face + And renounce the voice + Because I cannot hope to turn again + Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something + Upon which to rejoice + + And pray to God to have mercy upon us + And I pray that I may forget + These matters that with myself I too much discuss + Too much explain + Because I do not hope to turn again + Let these words answer + For what is done, not to be done again + May the judgement not be too heavy upon us + + Because these wings are no longer wings to fly + But merely vans to beat the air + The air which is now thoroughly small and dry + Smaller and dryer than the will + Teach us to care and not to care + Teach us to sit still. + + Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death + Pray for us now and at the hour of our death. + + + + + II + + + Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree + In the cool of the day, having fed to satiety + On my legs my heart my liver and that which had been contained + In the hollow round of my skull. And God said + Shall these bones live? shall these + Bones live? And that which had been contained + In the bones (which were already dry) said chirping: + Because of the goodness of this Lady + And because of her loveliness, and because + She honours the Virgin in meditation, + We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled + Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love + To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd. + It is this which recovers + My guts the strings of my eyes and the indigestible portions + Which the leopards reject. The Lady is withdrawn + In a white gown, to contemplation, in a white gown. + Let the whiteness of bones atone to forgetfulness. + There is no life in them. As I am forgotten + And would be forgotten, so I would forget + Thus devoted, concentrated in purpose. And God said + Prophesy to the wind, to the wind only for only + The wind will listen. And the bones sang chirping + With the burden of the grasshopper, saying + + Lady of silences + Calm and distressed + Torn and most whole + Rose of memory + Rose of forgetfulness + Exhausted and life-giving + Worried reposeful + The single Rose + Is now the Garden + Where all loves end + Terminate torment + Of love unsatisfied + The greater torment + Of love satisfied + End of the endless + Journey to no end + Conclusion of all that + Is inconclusible + Speech without word and + Word of no speech + Grace to the Mother + For the Garden + Where all love ends. + + Under a juniper-tree the bones sang, scattered and shining + We are glad to be scattered, we did little good to each other, + Under a tree in the cool of the day, with the blessing of sand, + Forgetting themselves and each other, united + In the quiet of the desert. This is the land which ye + Shall divide by lot. And neither division nor unity + Matters. This is the land. We have our inheritance. + + + + + III + + + At the first turning of the second stair + I turned and saw below + The same shape twisted on the banister + Under the vapour in the fetid air + Struggling with the devil of the stairs who wears + The deceitful face of hope and of despair. + + At the second turning of the second stair + I left them twisting, turning below; + There were no more faces and the stair was dark, + Damp, jaggèd like an old man’s mouth drivelling, beyond repair, + Or the toothed gullet of an agèd shark. + + At the first turning of the third stair + Was a slotted window bellied like the fig’s fruit + And beyond the hawthorn blossom and a pasture scene + The broadbacked figure drest in blue and green + Enchanted the maytime with an antique flute. + Blown hair is sweet, brown hair over the mouth blown, + Lilac and brown hair; + Distraction, music of the flute, stops and steps of the mind over + the third stair, + Fading, fading; strength beyond hope and despair + Climbing the third stair. + + Lord, I am not worthy + Lord, I am not worthy + + but speak the word only. + + + + + IV + + + Who walked between the violet and the violet + Who walked between + The various ranks of varied green + Going in white and blue, in Mary’s colour, + Talking of trivial things + In ignorance and in knowledge of eternal dolour + Who moved among the others as they walked, + Who then made strong the fountains and made fresh the springs + + Made cool the dry rock and made firm the sand + In blue of larkspur, blue of Mary’s colour, + Sovegna vos + + Here are the years that walk between, bearing + Away the fiddles and the flutes, restoring + One who moves in the time between sleep and waking, wearing + + White light folded, sheathed about her, folded. + The new years walk, restoring + Through a bright cloud of tears, the years, restoring + With a new verse the ancient rhyme. Redeem + The time. Redeem + The unread vision in the higher dream + While jewelled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse. + + The silent sister veiled in white and blue + Between the yews, behind the garden god, + Whose flute is breathless, bent her head and signed but spoke no + word + + But the fountain sprang up and the bird sang down + Redeem the time, redeem the dream + The token of the word unheard, unspoken + + Till the wind shake a thousand whispers from the yew + + And after this our exile + + + + + V + + + If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent + If the unheard, unspoken + Word is unspoken, unheard; + Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard, + The Word without a word, the Word within + The world and for the world; + And the light shone in darkness and + Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled + About the centre of the silent Word. + + O my people, what have I done unto thee. + + Where shall the word be found, where will the word + Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence + Not on the sea or on the islands, not + On the mainland, in the desert or the rain land, + For those who walk in darkness + Both in the day time and in the night time + The right time and the right place are not here + No place of grace for those who avoid the face + No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the + voice + + Will the veiled sister pray for + Those who walk in darkness, who chose thee and oppose thee, + Those who are torn on the horn between season and season, time + and time, between + Hour and hour, word and word, power and power, those who wait + In darkness? Will the veiled sister pray + For children at the gate + Who will not go away and cannot pray: + Pray for those who chose and oppose + + O my people, what have I done unto thee. + + Will the veiled sister between the slender + Yew-trees pray for those who offend her + And are terrified and cannot surrender + And affirm before the world and deny between the rocks + In the last desert between the last blue rocks + The desert in the garden the garden in the desert + Of drouth, spitting from the mouth the withered apple-seed. + + O my people. + + + + + VI + + + Although 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 + 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 + + 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 + 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 + 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, + 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 + 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. + + + + + Transcriber’s Notes + +Original spelling and punctuation have been retained. New original +cover art included with this eBook is granted to the public domain. + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78023 *** diff --git a/78023-h/78023-h.htm b/78023-h/78023-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..87653ec --- /dev/null +++ b/78023-h/78023-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,666 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> +<head> + <meta charset="UTF-8"> + <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1"> + <title> + Ash-Wednesday | Project Gutenberg + </title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> + +body { + margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; +} + +h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 { + text-align: center; /* all headings centered */ + clear: both; +} + +/*h2 {text-align: left; padding-left: 10em;}*/ + +p { + margin-top: .51em; + text-align: justify; + margin-bottom: .49em; +} + +.p2 {margin-top: 2em;} + +hr { + width: 33%; + margin-top: 2em; + margin-bottom: 2em; + margin-left: 33.5%; + margin-right: 33.5%; + clear: both; +} + +hr.chap {width: 65%; margin-left: 17.5%; margin-right: 17.5%;} +@media print { hr.chap {display: none; visibility: hidden;} } + +div.chapter {page-break-before: always;} +h2.nobreak {page-break-before: avoid;} + + +table { + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; +} + +.pagenum { /* uncomment the next line for invisible page numbers */ + /* visibility: hidden; */ + position: absolute; + left: 92%; + font-size: small; + text-align: right; + font-style: normal; + font-weight: normal; + font-variant: normal; + text-indent: 0; +} /* page numbers */ + + +blockquote { + margin-top: 0; + margin-bottom: 0; + margin-left: 5%; + margin-right: 10%; +} + +.center {text-align: center;} + +figcaption {font-weight: bold;} +figcaption p {margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: .2em; text-align: inherit;} + +/* Images */ + +img { + max-width: 100%; + height: auto; +} +img.w100 {width: 100%;} + + +.figcenter { + margin: auto; + text-align: center; + page-break-inside: avoid; + max-width: 100%; +} + + +/* Poetry */ +/* uncomment the next line for centered poetry */ +.poetry-container {display: flex; justify-content: center;} +.poetry-container {text-align: center;} +.poetry {text-align: left; margin-left: 5%; margin-right: 5%;} +.poetry .stanza {margin: 1em auto;} +.poetry .verse {text-indent: -3em; padding-left: 3em;} + + +p { + margin-top: .51em; + text-align: justify; + text-indent: 1em; + margin-bottom: .49em; +} + +/* Transcriber's notes */ +.transnote {background-color: #E6E6FA; + color: black; + font-size:small; + padding: .5em; + margin-bottom: .5em; + font-family:sans-serif, serif; +} + +.pagenum { /* uncomment the next line for invisible page numbers */ + /* visibility: hidden; */ + position: absolute; + color: #A9A9A9; + left: 92%; + font-size: small; + text-align: right; + font-style: normal; + font-weight: normal; + font-variant: normal; + text-indent: 0; +} /* page numbers */ + + +/*spacing between words and letters */ +.word-sp {word-spacing: .4em;} + + +/* spacing */ +.p2b {margin-bottom: 2em;} +.p1b {padding-bottom: 1em;} +.p4b {margin-bottom: 4em;} +.nopad {padding-left: 0em;} + +.linesp {line-height: 3em;} /*this is to make more space between lines in a span*/ + + +/* font size */ + +.fs175 {font-size: 175%;} +.fs150 {font-size: 150%;} +.fs125 {font-size: 125%;} +.fs110 {font-size: 110%;} +.fs100 {font-size: 100%;} +.fs63 {font-size: 63%;} + + +/* font style */ +.gothic { + font-family: Impact, Blackletter, Fraktur, Textur, "Olde English Mt", "Olde English", + Diploma, England, Gothic, serif, "Franklin Gothic", Gabriola, "Segoe Print", + "Segoe Script", "Ink Free", "Comic Sans MS"; + } +.fnormal {font-weight: normal;} + + +/* Illustration classes */ +.illowe2 {width: 2em;} +.illowe7 {width: 7em;} + + +/* Poetry indents */ +.poetry .indent0 {text-indent: -3.0em;} +.poetry .indent4 {text-indent: -1.0em;} +.poetry .indent18 {text-indent: 6.0em;} +.poetry .indent20 {text-indent: 7.0em;} + + + </style> +</head> +<body> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78023 ***</div> + + + +<h1 class="fnormal fs150 p2 p2b"> +ASH-WEDNESDAY +</h1> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p class="center linesp p4b"> + <span class="fs175">ASH-WEDNESDAY</span><br> + + <span class="fs100">BY</span><br> + <span class="fs125">T. S. ELIOT</span></p> +<p class="center fs100 word-sp">NEW YORK : LONDON</p> +<p class="center fs125">G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS</p> +<p class="center gothic">The Knickerbocker Press</p> +<p class="center fs110">1930</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p class="center"> +<b>ASH-WEDNESDAY</b></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowe2"> + <img class="w100" src="images/decoration.jpg" data-role="presentation" alt=""> +</figure> +<p class="center"> +Copyright, 1930</p> +<p class="center">by</p> +<p class="center p1b">T. S. Eliot</p> + +<p class="center">Published, Autumn, 1930</p> + +<p class="center p1b"><b>First American Trade Edition</b></p> + +<p class="center p2b">All rights reserved. This book, or parts thereof, must +not be reproduced in any form without permission.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowe7"> + <img class="w100" src="images/colophon.jpg" alt="Colophon"> + <figcaption> + <p class="fnormal fs63">The Knickerbocker + Press<br>New York</p> + </figcaption> +</figure> + +<p class="center">Made in the United States of America</p> + +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p class="center p2 p2b"> +TO<br> +<span class="fs150 linesp">MY WIFE</span> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + <p class="nobreak fnormal fs175 center"> + ASH-WEDNESDAY + + + </p> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</span></p> +<div class="chapter"> + <h2 class="nobreak fnormal fs125" id="I"> + I + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Because I do not hope to turn again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because I do not hope</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because I do not hope to turn</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I no longer strive to strive towards such things</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Why should I mourn</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The vanished power of the usual reign?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Because I do not hope to know again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The infirm glory of the positive hour</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because I do not think</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because I know I shall not know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The one veritable transitory power</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because I cannot drink</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Because I know that time is always time</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And place is always and only place</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And what is actual is actual only for one time</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And only for one place</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I rejoice that things are as they are and</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I renounce the blessèd face</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And renounce the voice</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because I cannot hope to turn again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon which to rejoice</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And pray to God to have mercy upon us</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I pray that I may forget</div> + <div class="verse indent0">These matters that with myself I too much discuss</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Too much explain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because I do not hope to turn again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let these words answer</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For what is done, not to be done again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">May the judgement not be too heavy upon us</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Because these wings are no longer wings to fly</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But merely vans to beat the air</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span> <div class="verse indent0">The air which is now thoroughly small and dry</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Smaller and dryer than the will</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Teach us to care and not to care</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Teach us to sit still.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak fs125 fnormal" id="II"> + II + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the cool of the day, having fed to satiety</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On my legs my heart my liver and that which had been contained</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the hollow round of my skull. And God said</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shall these bones live? shall these</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bones live? And that which had been contained</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the bones (which were already dry) said chirping:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Because of the goodness of this Lady</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And because of her loveliness, and because</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She honours the Virgin in meditation,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It is this which recovers</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span> <div class="verse indent0">My guts the strings of my eyes and the indigestible portions</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Which the leopards reject. The Lady is withdrawn</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In a white gown, to contemplation, in a white gown.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let the whiteness of bones atone to forgetfulness.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There is no life in them. As I am forgotten</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And would be forgotten, so I would forget</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thus devoted, concentrated in purpose. And God said</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Prophesy to the wind, to the wind only for only</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The wind will listen. And the bones sang chirping</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With the burden of the grasshopper, saying</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Lady of silences</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Calm and distressed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Torn and most whole</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Rose of memory</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Rose of forgetfulness</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Exhausted and life-giving</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Worried reposeful</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The single Rose</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is now the Garden</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where all loves end</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Terminate torment</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of love unsatisfied</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The greater torment</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of love satisfied</div> + <div class="verse indent0">End of the endless</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Journey to no end</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Conclusion of all that</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is inconclusible</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Speech without word and</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Word of no speech</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Grace to the Mother</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the Garden</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where all love ends.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Under a juniper-tree the bones sang, scattered and shining</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We are glad to be scattered, we did little good to each other,</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Under a tree in the cool of the day, with the blessing of sand,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Forgetting themselves and each other, united</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the quiet of the desert. This is the land which ye</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shall divide by lot. And neither division nor unity</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Matters. This is the land. We have our inheritance.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak fnormal fs125" id="III"> + III + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">At the first turning of the second stair</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I turned and saw below</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The same shape twisted on the banister</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Under the vapour in the fetid air</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Struggling with the devil of the stairs who wears</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The deceitful face of hope and of despair.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">At the second turning of the second stair</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I left them twisting, turning below;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There were no more faces and the stair was dark,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Damp, jaggèd like an old man’s mouth drivelling, beyond repair,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or the toothed gullet of an agèd shark.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">At the first turning of the third stair</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Was a slotted window bellied like the fig’s fruit</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And beyond the hawthorn blossom and a pasture scene</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The broadbacked figure drest in blue and green</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Enchanted the maytime with an antique flute.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Blown hair is sweet, brown hair over the mouth blown,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lilac and brown hair;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Distraction, music of the flute, stops and steps of the mind over the third stair,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fading, fading; strength beyond hope and despair</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Climbing the third stair.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Lord, I am not worthy</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lord, I am not worthy</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent18">but speak the word only.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak fnormal fs125" id="IV"> + IV + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Who walked between the violet and the violet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who walked between</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The various ranks of varied green</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Going in white and blue, in Mary’s colour,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Talking of trivial things</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In ignorance and in knowledge of eternal dolour</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who moved among the others as they walked,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who then made strong the fountains and made fresh the springs</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Made cool the dry rock and made firm the sand</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In blue of larkspur, blue of Mary’s colour,</div> + <div class="verse indent0"><span lang="it">Sovegna vos</span></div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Here are the years that walk between, bearing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Away the fiddles and the flutes, restoring</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One who moves in the time between sleep and waking, wearing</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">White light folded, sheathed about her, folded.</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span> <div class="verse indent0">The new years walk, restoring</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Through a bright cloud of tears, the years, restoring</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With a new verse the ancient rhyme. Redeem</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The time. Redeem</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The unread vision in the higher dream</div> + <div class="verse indent0">While jewelled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The silent sister veiled in white and blue</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Between the yews, behind the garden god,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose flute is breathless, bent her head and signed but spoke no word</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But the fountain sprang up and the bird sang down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Redeem the time, redeem the dream</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The token of the word unheard, unspoken</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Till the wind shake a thousand whispers from the yew</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And after this our exile</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak fnormal fs125" id="V"> + V + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If the unheard, unspoken</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Word is unspoken, unheard;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Word without a word, the Word within</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The world and for the world;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the light shone in darkness and</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled</div> + <div class="verse indent0">About the centre of the silent Word.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent4">O my people, what have I done unto thee.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Where shall the word be found, where will the word</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not on the sea or on the islands, not</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On the mainland, in the desert or the rain land,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For those who walk in darkness</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Both in the day time and in the night time</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span> <div class="verse indent0">The right time and the right place are not here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No place of grace for those who avoid the face</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the voice</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Will the veiled sister pray for</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Those who walk in darkness, who chose thee and oppose thee,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Those who are torn on the horn between season and season, time and time, between</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hour and hour, word and word, power and power, those who wait</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In darkness? Will the veiled sister pray</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For children at the gate</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who will not go away and cannot pray:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Pray for those who chose and oppose</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent4">O my people, what have I done unto thee.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Will the veiled sister between the slender</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yew-trees pray for those who offend her</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And are terrified and cannot surrender</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span> <div class="verse indent0">And affirm before the world and deny between the rocks</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the last desert between the last blue rocks</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The desert in the garden the garden in the desert</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Of drouth, spitting from the mouth the withered apple-seed.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent20">O my people.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak fnormal fs125" id="VI"> + VI + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Although I do not hope to turn again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Although I do not hope</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Although I do not hope to turn</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Wavering between the profit and the loss</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In this brief transit where the dreams cross</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying</div> + <div class="verse indent0">(Bless me father) though I do not wish to wish these things</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From the wide window towards the granite shore</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Unbroken wings</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In the lost lilac and the lost sea voices</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the weak spirit quickens to rebel</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Quickens to recover</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span> <div class="verse indent0">The cry of quail and the whirling plover</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the blind eye creates</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The empty forms between the ivory gates</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">This is the time of tension between dying and birth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The place of solitude where three dreams cross</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Between blue rocks</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But when the voices shaken from the yew-tree drift away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let the other yew be shaken and reply.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Blessèd sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Teach us to care and not to care</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Teach us to sit still</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Even among these rocks,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Our peace in His will</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And even among these rocks</div> +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span> <div class="verse indent0">Sister, mother</div> + <div class="verse 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