I woke, I read this.
If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the center of the silent Word.
O my people, what have I done unto thee.
Where shall the word be found, where will the the word
Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence
Not on the sea or on the islands, not
On the mainland, in the desert or the rain land,
For those who walk in darkness
No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise
and deny the voice
The poet's voice of message, is all.
I dare to speak of award to T.S. Eliot, you start with a curious title, read on you do and the intensity grows, then again and I feel his details on my skin, amazed by his startling craft with nothing but a freight train of words, he changed me, I had to try words, they consumed everything I was, in quiet hours.I never slept again knowing this.Awakened!
ReplyDeleteMy eye caught a title "Waste Land" on a book shelf, I was feeling defeated as I opened it I met a piece called "The Chess Game" I closed the book for 5 years, the lines too packed for my read. Later I went back, calm and sure, its need and never stopped, it inspired me, so lucky to meet.
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