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Come on you are pulling my leg

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> On Feb 21, 2017, at 9:10 AM, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> 
> Came upon these lines from THE WASTE LAND: 
> 
> You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
> They called me the hyacinth girl."
> - Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,	 
> Your arms full, and your hair wet, 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.
> 
> http://slayground.livejournal.com/846903.html 
> 
> Umpteen number of times, I've associated these lines with Gerontion's 
> 
> I that was near your heart was removed therefrom
> To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition. 
> 
> To me it goes back to his willful desertion of Emily Hale in LA FIGLIA:
> 
> She turned away, but with the autumn weather
> Compelled my imagination many days,
> Many days and many hours: 
> Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
> 
> The echoes of this loss reverberate in the opening passage of BURNT NORTON: 
> 
> Footfalls echo in the memory
> Down the passage which we did not take
> Towards the door we never opened
> Into the rose-garden. 
> 
> Not, however, without its final resolution in LITTLE GIDDING: 
> 
>                    This is the use of memory:
> For liberation - not less of love but expanding
> Of love beyond desire, and so liberation 
> From the future as well as the past. 
> 
> Cheers,
> CR