the mystical moment in the rose garden --
"I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence."
vis-a-vis the waste land --
the mystical moments --
"//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.//
The inner freedom from the practical desire,
The release from action and suffering, release from the inner
And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded
By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving,
Erhebung without motion, concentration
Without elimination, both a new world
And the old made explicit, understood
In the completion of its partial ecstasy,
The resolution of its partial horror."
"Time past and time future
Allow but a little consciousness.
To be conscious is not to be in time
But only in time can //the moment in the rose-garden,
The moment in the arbour where the rain beat,
The moment in the draughty church at smokefall//
Be remembered; involved
with past and future.
Only through time time is conquered."
CR--- On Sat, 4/3/10, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]
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> Lyndall Gordon's "T.S. Eliot: An
> Imperfect Life", pp.48-50, para beginning "Eliot's 1910
> poems . . .
> "Still, there was in the spring and summer of 1910 some
> vital intersection . . . [at which] we might locate the
> beginning of Eliot's religious journey."