"There, the eyes are
 Sunlight on a broken column
 There, is a tree swinging
 And voices are
 In the wind’s singing
 More distant and more solemn
 Than a fading star."

"Sightless, unless
 The eyes reappear
 As the perpetual star
 Multifoliate rose
 Of death’s twilight kingdom
 The hope only
 Of empty men."

The evocation, as it were, is mantric.


From: Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Monday, May 7, 2012 3:01 PM
Subject: Re: Objective Correlative in Eliot's Poetry (was Re: OT - Chapel Perilous)

''which shall be the formula of that particular emotion'' 

                                   "Son of man,     
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only  
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,  
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,  
And the dry stone no sound of water." 

"O City City, I can sometimes hear  
 Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,     
 The pleasant whining of a mandoline  
 And a clatter and a chatter from within  
 Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls  
 Of Magnus Martyr hold  
 Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold."    

This elephant bounces quite gracefully, Peter.
And it takes off too!