Tuesday, 6 November 2007

Fear in a handful of dust

There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu.
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?

-From The Waste Land, T. S. Eliot, 1922.

1 comment:

michael jensen said...

He really nailed that poem, didn't he?

But it is lucky we have the Four Quartets, or we would have to be very very depressed.