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"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."

CR

On Sunday, April 10, 2016, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> "In this decayed hole among the mountains
> In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
> Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
> There is the empty chapel, only the wind’s home.
> It has no windows, and the door swings,
> Dry bones can harm no one.
> Only a cock stood on the rooftree
> Co co rico co co rico
> In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
> Bringing rain"
>
> CR
>
> On Sunday, April 10, 2016, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]
> <javascript:_e(%7B%7D,'cvml',[log in to unmask]);>> wrote:
>
>> Memory, you have the key.
>> Indeed.
>> CR
>>
>> On Sunday, April 10, 2016, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>
>>> "April is the cruelest month, breeding
>>> lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
>>> memory and desire, stirring
>>> dull roots with spring rain."
>>>
>>> ("He who was living is now dead")
>>>
>>> And vis-a-vis "spring rain" the memory and desire of another April:
>>>
>>> "WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote
>>> The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
>>> And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
>>> Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
>>> Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
>>> Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
>>> The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
>>> Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
>>> And smale fowles maken melodye,
>>> That slepen al the night with open ye,
>>> (So priketh hem nature in hir corages:
>>> Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
>>> And palmers for to seken straunge strondes,
>>> To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;
>>> And specially, from every shires ende
>>> Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
>>> The holy blisful martir for to seke,
>>> That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke."
>>>
>>> Well a thought that has prefigured many a time vis-a-vis the opening
>>> lines of 'The Waste Land.'
>>>
>>> CR
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