Four Quartets
Men's curiosity searches past and future
Here the impossible union
And clings to that dimension.But to apprehend
Of spheres of existence is actual,
The point of intersection of the timeless
Here the past and future
With time, is an occupation for the saint---
Are conquered and reconciled,
No occupation either,but something given
Where action were otherwise movement
And taken, in a lifetime's death in love,
Of that which is only moved
Ardour and selflessness and self-surrender.
And has in it no source of moved
For most of us, there is only the unattended
Driven by daemonic,chthonic
Moment, the moment in and out of time;
Powers. And right action is freedom
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
From past and future also.
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightening
For most of us, this is the aim
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
Never here to be realised;
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
Who are only the undefeated
While the music lasts. These are only hints and guesses,
Because we have gone on trying;
Hints followed by guesses; and the rest
We, content at the last
Is prayer, observance, discipline, thought and action.
If our temporal reversion nourish
The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is
(Not too far from the yew-tree)
Incarnation.
The life of significant soil.
----T.S.ELIOT (1943)
(placed by Raphael's painting Saint George and the Dragon,
A Pageant of Painting from the National Gallery of Art)
(The verses are supposed to line up on each half of the page...I wasn't able to aligne each side up properly:o )