Thursday, July 09, 2009


I've been on the move a lot of late - and it's made me think of a beautiful couplet from Eliot's 'Four Quartets.'

But, as the passage now presents no hindrance
To the spirit unappeased and peregrine
Between two worlds become much like each other,
So I find words I never thought to speak
In streets I never thought I should revisit
When I left my body on a distant shore.

I've always admired this passage, particularly the concluding words.

1 comment:

  1. May I be graceless enough to pick a nit with you and suggest that your "couplet" label has me baffled. However, I may be pharmacologically impaired, so I would beg you to forgive my nitpicking if my blurred eyes and mind have made an error.