31 July 2008

Constantly Reading: T.S. Eliot

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What images return
O my daughter.


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Bowsprit cracked with ice and paint cracked with heat.
I made this, I have forgotten
And remember.


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Made this unknowing, half conscious, unknown, my own.

[.]

Living to live in a world of time beyond me, let me
Resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken,
The awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships.



From Marina

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