I saw, one summer (oh, seventy-three),
an evenng broadcast on public t.v.,
a sixty minute documentary
of T. S. Eliot's life and poetry.
That next summer (last without regrets).
an article I read on exploration
of space began with a massive quotaton
from "East Coker," second of Four Quartets.
Nine years before, an old book given me
discussed briefly, the Irish poet, A. E.
Starward
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