Friday, October 05, 2007

Metamorphosis


At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

T. S. Eliot excerpt from The Four Quartets, Burnt Norton, II

2 comments:

sher said...

Thank you for letting me spend this time quiet time, reading and re-reading those words from T.S. Eliot. His work has always affected me deeply.

The Red King said...

I notice you're from NH, know Greek & enjoy food and poetry. Fantastic. Keep up the good work. :)