'[T]he drawing of this Love'
                                              "And any action
Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
[ . . . ]
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration."
For the first time, perhaps, one comes upon a poetry where
"Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
 Every poem an epitaph."
a rare phenom

--- On Wed, 5/19/10, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
a passage which was Eliot's favorite 
 "Beneath the stars, upon yon meteor
  Ever hung my fate, 'mongst things corruptible;
  I ne'er could pluck it from him; my loathing
  Was prophet to the rest, but ne'er believed."
  -- Thomas Middleton, The Changeling (V, iii)
a haunting strain