Thomas Stearns Eliot was a poet, dramatist and literary critic. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948 "for his outstanding, pioneer contribution to present-day poetry." He wrote the poems The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, The Hollow Men, Ash Wednesday, and Four Quartets; the plays Murder in the Cathedral and The Cocktail Party; and the essay Tradition and the Individual Talent. Eliot was born an American, moved to the United Kingdom in 1914 (at the age of 25), and became a British subject in 1927 at the age of 39.
Home is where one starts from. As we grow older The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated Of dead and living. Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment And not the lifetime of one man only But of old stones that cannot be deciphered. There is a time for the evening under starlight, A time for the evening under lamplight (The evening with the photograph album). Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter. Old men ought to be explorers Here or there does not matter We must be still and still moving Into another intensity For a further union, a deeper communion Through the dark cold and the empty desolation, The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
There's a sense of inevitability and pessimism in this piece that portents cycles of despair for the state of the world. There's a strong sense of religious or spiritual undertones as it's a man trying to make sense of it all.
Probably important to note: T.S. Eliot's ashes were buried at East Coker, a choice he made when he discovered his ancestors were emigrated to America from here and fulfilling his poems theme of cycle.
The whole of the poem is starting to make a little more sense
There are passages in here from the wisdom literature and there was an undoubtable reference to Good Friday.
The beauty of the way he says the words was enough to get 5 stars knowing there was a reason that he said those things, but now understanding more why he did I am growing to appreciate in a new way
Mniej filozoficzna ale wciąż wow. Do każdej myśli przytacza idealne porównania. Moje ulubione to porównanie starzejącej się osoby z ogniem palącym powoli jej życie.