Brother Rat

http://www.columbia.edu/itc/history/winter/w3206/edit/tseliotlittlegidding.html

T. S. Eliot's Little Gidding

II

Last season's fruit is eaten
And the fullfed beast shall kick the empty pail.
For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
But, as the passage now presents no hindrance
To the spirit unappeased and peregrine
Between two worlds become much like each other,
So I find words I never thought to speak
In streets I never thought I should revisit
When I left my body on a distant shore.



- posted by Kerry Burgess 6:08 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Friday 28 June 2019