T. S. Eliot knew a thing or two of garden metaphor…
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness be dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony Of death and birth.
The great French Poet and diplomat, Paul Claudel, was, late in life, introduced to the Mayor of Lyons prior to a political dinner. As sunset began, the Mayor quoted a passage from Ovid comparing the purple light of sunset, on a marble column, to a blush coming into a young lady's cheeks. Paul Claudel said to himself, "This man will always be my friend." When I read your comment, just now, and the quotation from Eliot, I thought of that Claudelian anecdote.
In ways I cannot immediately
In ways I cannot immediately explain, this poem reminds me of T. S. Eliot's great poem, East Coker.
J-Called
T. S. Eliot knew
T. S. Eliot knew a thing or two of garden metaphor…
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness be dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony Of death and birth.
The great French Poet and
The great French Poet and diplomat, Paul Claudel, was, late in life, introduced to the Mayor of Lyons prior to a political dinner. As sunset began, the Mayor quoted a passage from Ovid comparing the purple light of sunset, on a marble column, to a blush coming into a young lady's cheeks. Paul Claudel said to himself, "This man will always be my friend." When I read your comment, just now, and the quotation from Eliot, I thought of that Claudelian anecdote.
J-Called