O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,
The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant,
The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters,
The generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the rulers,
Distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many committees,
Industrial lords and petty contractors, all go into the dark,
And dark the Sun and Moon, and the Almanach de Gotha
And the Stock Exchange Gazette, the Directory of Directors,
And cold the sense and lost the motive of action.
And we all go with them, into the silent funeral,
Nobody's funeral, for there is no one to bury.
I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God.
P
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Sent: Friday, March 26, 2010 3:20
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Subject: Re: Eliot on Charles Williams'
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"O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest"
CR
"Come in under the shadow of this red
rock."
P.
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"The wilderness is cracked and browned
But through the water pale and thin
Still shine the unoffending
feet"
"the True Church can never fail / For it is
based upon a rock."
"This is the land. We have our
inheritance."
Cheers,
CR
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Unless the seed fall into the
ground and die....
P.
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Sent:
Thursday, March 25, 2010 10:35 AM
Subject:
Re: Eliot on Charles Williams' mysticism
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"Love...is a deity of whom most human beings
seldom see more than the shadow" --
"the Vision...towards which creation strives"
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"a lifetime's death in love" --
"On montrera mon cénotaphe
Aux côtes brulantes de Mozambique."
Cheers,
CR |
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