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"After the torch-light red on sweaty faces 

 After the frosty silence in the gardens 
 After the agony in stony places 
 The shouting and the crying    
 Prison and place and reverberation 
 Of thunder of spring over distant mountains 
 He who was living is now dead 
 We who were living are now dying 
 With a little patience" 

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

 Between the essence
 And the descent
 Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom"

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"And God said
 Shall these bones live? shall these
 Bones live? And that which had been contained
 In the bones (which were already dry) said chirping:
 Because of the goodness of this Lady
 And because of her loveliness, and because
 She honours the Virgin in meditation,
 We shine with brightness."

"If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
 If the unheard, unspoken
 Word is unspoken, unheard;
 Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
 The Word without a word, the Word within
 The world and for the world;
 And the light shone in darkness and
 Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
 About the centre of the silent Word."

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"The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation."

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The One Constant In Eliot's Poetry

CR


________________________________
 From: Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask] 
Sent: Wednesday, May 9, 2012 10:11 PM
Subject: Re: The Incarnation: What Was And Shall Always Be
 

Yes, 

"and here the Wheel"

It is significant that Eliot intended 'Gerontion' to preface 'The Waste Land'.

CR


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 From: Peter Montgomery <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask] 
Sent: Wednesday, May 9, 2012 9:57 PM
Subject: Re: The Incarnation: What Was And Shall Always Be
 

 
It's called spiritual recycling. 
;->
P.
----- Original Message ----- 
>From: Chokh Raj 
>To: [log in to unmask] 
>Sent: Wednesday, May 09, 2012 6:44  PM
>Subject: The Incarnation: What Was And  Shall Always Be
>
>
>
>
>from GERONTION
>
>"In the juvescence of the year 
>//Came Christ the  tiger."//    
> 
>"In depraved May, 
        dogwood and chestnut, flowering judas, 
>To be eaten, to be divided, 
        to be drunk 
>Among whispers; by Mr. Silvero 
>With caressing hands, 
        at Limoges 
>Who walked all night in the next room; 
                
>By Hakagawa, bowing 
        among the Titians; 
>By Madame de Tornquist, in the dark room 
>Shifting the candles; Fraulein von Kulp 
>Who turned in the hall, 
        one hand on the door. Vacant shuttles 
>Weave the wind. I have no 
        ghosts,         
>An old man 
        in a draughty house 
>Under a windy knob." 
> 
>//"The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours."//
>
>---
>
>The 
        Absolute!
>
>CR 
>
>