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  1. Vor 5 Tagen · Hiddleston responded by quoting from “Four Quartets” by T.S. Eliot: “We shall not cease from exploration / And the end of all our exploring / Will be to arrive where we started / And know ...

  2. Vor 5 Tagen · “Twelfth Night” by Hilaire Belloc is a haunting poem, full of a Yeatsian yearning betwixt faith and faerie, which shares with “Journey of the Magi” an evocation of the mystical sense of the exile of life.

  3. Vor 5 Tagen · At the source of the longest river. The voice of the hidden waterfall. And the children in the apple-tree. Not known, because not looked for. But heard, half-heard, in the stillness. Between two waves of the sea. —T.S. Eliot, from “Little Gidding,” Four Quartets (Gardners Books; Main edition, April 30, 2001) Originally published 1943.”

  4. Vor 5 Tagen · Ash Wednesday Eliot's conversion poem, called "Ash Wednesday," was also written in 1927. It is related to Dante's "Purgatorio" and explores themes of religious penitence, guilt, and hope. The Four Quartets In the 1940s, Eliot wrote his most religious poems, known as "The Four Quartets." These four poems, "Burnt Norton," "East Coker," "The Dry ...

  5. Vor 5 Tagen · Human time, existential time and physical time. T S Eliots Four Quartets was the genesis for his latest work and hovers somewhere close as the works seek to connect with the sentiments and profound questions Eliot poses regarding the human experience, time, purpose, futility and meaning.

  6. Vor einem Tag · The Waste Land, T. S. Eliot's masterpiece, is a long, complex poem about the psychological and cultural crisis that came with the loss of moral and cultural identity after World War I. When it was first published, the poem was considered radically experimental.

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    Vor 3 Tagen · T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets, Burnt Norton (1935) (II) Time the destroyer is time the preserver, Like the river with its cargo of dead negroes, cows and chicken coops, The bitter apple, and the bite in the apple. And the ragged rock in the restless waters, Waves wash over it, fogs conceal it; On a halcyon day it is merely a monument,