It is this implication of ‘birth’ and ‘death’ the poet articulates in EAST

“In my beginning is my end.”

*Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.The wild thyme unseen and
the wild strawberry,The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasyNot lost, but
requiring, pointing to the agonyOf death and birth.*

“In my end is my beginning.”


On Wed, Dec 27, 2017 at 8:41 AM Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> ‘Death’ here is dying to worldly desires indicated in “the summer
> palaces,” “the silken girls bringing sherbet,” and hands “dicing for pieces
> of silver.”
> And a life of absolute purity captured in the image of “a running stream”
> and “an old white horse (galloping) in the meadow.”
> That is the kind of life the poet aspires to, as he says in
> ‘Ash-Wednesday,’
> Because I do not hope to turn again
> Because I do not hope
> Because I do not hope to turn
> Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
> CR
> On Wed, Dec 27, 2017 at 8:17 AM Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>> “I had seen birth and death,
>> But thought they were different; this Birth was
>> Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
>> We returned to our palaces, these Kingdoms,
>> But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
>> With an alien people clutching their gods.
>> I should be glad of another death.”
>> I’m intrigued by “another death.”
>> Not just one more death but another kind of death.
>> The poet would be glad of another death because it is life-giving.
>> He had earlier thought birth and death were different.
>> No, they were not.
>> Just as this birth was different, this death too was different.
>> CR
>> On Tue, Dec 26, 2017 at 11:03 PM Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]>
>> wrote:
>>> Christmas with TS Eliot
>>> from Times’ archives
>>> CR