Saturday, December 24, 2011

four quartets



Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.


What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.


Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did
not take.
Towards the door we never opened.
Into the rose-garden My words echo
Thus, in your mind.

ph: marie zucker

                      But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
        I do not know.

              -"four quartets" by: t.s. eliot



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