Posting TSE's poetry
upset me at all.
enjoyed it muchly. I was simply commenting
current condition of whatit was describing.
egg isn't just coked, it's hard bolied by now.
I regret that posting a poem by TSE seems to have
upset Peter and Gunar.
Should I tell you about my winter instead? That
seems to be a big feature of the list.
Far too chilly for me, I fear.
Do not let me hear
Of the wisdom of old, but
rather of their folly,
Their fear of fear and frenzy, their fear of
Of belonging to another, or to others, or to God.
wisdom we can hope to acquire
Is the wisdom of humility: humility is
S Eliot: East Coker 11