Thursday, October 2, 2008


...because this little bit of poetry has been stuck in my head for days now, and I am enchanted with the theme
The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre—

To be redeemed from fire by fire.

Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire

Consumed by either fire or fire.

---T.S. Eliot

Hopefully, having read it aloud to myself several times now, it'll be out of my system. Of course, that means that Shakespeare's Sonnet 27 will probably promptly take up residence. This, dear friends, is the danger of taking too many English courses in school.


Donna Lee said...

It's a world of laughter, a world of fear, a world of hope and a world of tears. There's so much that we share that it's time we're aware, IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTERALL. IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTERALL.........

There now, did that help?

Or, how about this:

This is the song that doesn't end....

Galad said...

That was evil Donna Lee. Now I'll have Its a Small World stuck in my head the whole time I'm flying to Iowa!