Rewiring the System

East Coker

Posted in Uncategorized by rewiringangel on April 19, 2010
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t.s. eliot: east coker
In my beginning is my end. In succession
Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended
Are removed, destroyed, restored,or in their place
Is an opened field, or a factory, or a by pass.
Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires,
Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth
Which is already fresh, fur and faecces,
Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.
Houses live and die: there is a time for building
And a time for living and for generation
And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane
And to shake the wainscot where the field-mouse trots
And to shake the tattered arras woven with silent motto

In my beginning is my end. Now the light falls
Across the opened field, leaving the deep lane
Shattered with branches, dark in the afternnoon,
Where you lean against a bank while a van passes,
And the deep lane insists on the direction
Into the villages, in the electric heat
Hypnotized. In the warm hazed the sultry life
Is absorbed , not refracted by gray stone
The Dahlias sleeping in the empty silencing
Wait for the early owl.
In If you do not come to close, if you do not come to close,that open field

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