Time and the Bell
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Sunset, Rachub - Kel Harvey |
In the awful light of Alun Owen's tragic death this week, I'm not of a mind for a 'normal' post today, so I thought a little poetry might be more appropriate. This is the fourth stanza from T.S Eliot's Burnt Norton:
IV
Time and the bell have buried the day,
The black cloud carries the sun away.
Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis
Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray
Clutch and cling?
Chill
Fingers of yew be curled
Down on us? After the kingfisher's wing
Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still
At the still point of the turning world.
T.S Eliot; Four Quartets
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