In My Beginning Is My End   Leave a comment

T.S. Eliot

“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 open 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 flesh, fur and faeces,
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 a silent motto.”

“Dawn points, and another day
Prepares for heat and silence. Out at sea the dawn wind
Wrinkles and slides. I am here
Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning.”

“East Coker”
Four Quartets
–T.S. Eliot

Four Quartets
Choruses from The Rock

_________

The Eyes of Mariel Hemingway

By Tim Shey

Song of Solomon 4:1:  “Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves’ eyes within thy locks.”

Lovely
Sidelong glance.
The light of day
Dances brightly
When you smile.

Eyes of heaven,
You have
Wounded me deeply.
Eyes of heaven,
You have
Murdered sleep.

Posted December 28, 2012 by Tim Shey in Uncategorized

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