Wednesday, October 29, 2014

The Poet: T.S. Eliot, "The Four Quartets"

"The Four Quartets"
by T.S. Eliot 

"I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

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