Thursday, March 02, 2006

"I had not thought death had undone so many"

If you haven't seen it in comments below:

Scout speaks. You listen.

Lady of silences
Calm and distressed
Torn and most whole
Rose of memory
Rose of forgetfulness
Exhausted and life-giving
Worried reposeful
The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end
Terminate torment
Of love unsatisfied
The greater torment
Of love satisfied
End of the endless
Journey to no end
Conclusion of all that
Is inconclusible
Speech without word and
Word of no speech
Grace to the Mother
For the Garden
Where all love ends.

And let my cry come unto Thee.

from "Ash Wednesday", by T.S. Eliot

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