An inalienable part of the religious quest are the incipient moments of disenchantment with the world of sense scattered throughout early poetry. These lead to a crucial stage that finds expression in lines like
"And at the corner of the street 
 A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps."
"If the street were time and he at the end of the street"  ['The Boston Evening Transcript']
Eventually, these would culminate in a sense of exile from the world, as in 'Ash-Wednesday' --
"And after this our exile"

--- On Tue, 4/6/10, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

From: Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: Eliot's religious journey . . .
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Date: Tuesday, April 6, 2010, 12:33 PM

The mystical vision in the rose garden seems to be spurred as much by the immediate context -- the enchantment of the moment vis-a-vis the hyacinth girl, "Your arms full, and your hair wet" -- as by the larger context of the persistent sense of the world as a waste land captured in the phrase "Od' und leer das Meer".
cf. 'Gerontion':   "I would meet you upon this honestly.  
                        I that was near your heart was removed therefrom
                        To lose beauty in terror . . ."
and 'Silence':  "You may say what you will, 
                     At such peace I am terrified.
                     There is nothing else beside."            

--- On Tue, 4/6/10, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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 --

--- On Sun, 4/4/10, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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."


--- On Sat, 4/3/10, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]" rel=nofollow target=_blank>[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> 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."
> Regards,
>  CR