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Ash Wednesday Ash Wednesday by T.S. Eliot
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“Because I know that time is time and place is always and only place and what is actual is actual only for one time and only for one place, I rejoice that things are as they are and I renounce the blessed faces and renounce the voice because I cannot hope to turn again.”
T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday
“Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?”
T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday
“Blown hair is sweet, brown hair over the mouth blown,
Lilac and brown hair;”
T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday
“و نور درخشید به تاریکی و
بر کلام نارمیده جهان هنوز می‌چرخید
گردِ کانونِ کلامِ خاموش
قومِ منا، بر تو چه کرده‌ام؟”
بیژن الهی, چارشنبه خاکستر
“Where shall the word be found, where will the word
Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence...”
T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday
“Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessed face
And renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice”
T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday
“Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air”
T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday
tags: poetry
“Because I do not hope to know again
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power”
T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday
“And the blind eye creates
The. empty forms between the ivory gates
And smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth
This is the time of tension between dying and birth
The place of solitude where three dreams cross
Between blue rocks”
T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday