Thanks for getting us back to Eliot.
What a breath of fresh air.
La Figlia che
O quam te memorem virgoŠ
STAND on the highest pavement of the stair‹
Lean on a garden
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair‹
Clasp your flowers to you
with a pained surprise‹
Fling them to the ground and turn
a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your
So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her
stand and grieve,
So he would have left
the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind deserts the body it
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
we both should understand,
and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.
She turned away,
but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days,
and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and
the noonąs repose.
T.S. Eliot (18881965).
Other Observations. 1917.