a poem

[Edward Schreiber]

a person who took a class with me read this poem from TS Elliot
thought I would share it


But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves I do not know.
Other echoes Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them, Round the corner. Through  
the first gate, Into our first world, shall we follow The deception  
of the thrush? Into our first world.
There they were, dignified, invisible,
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves, In the autumn heat,  
through the vibrant air, And the bird called, in response to The  
unheard music hidden in the shrubbery, And the unseen eyebeam  
crossed, for the roses Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern, Along the empty alley,  
into the box circle, To look down into the drained pool.
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged, And the pool was filled with  
water out of sunlight, And the lotus rose, quietly, quietly, The  
surface glittered out of heart of light, And they were behind us,  
reflected in the pool.
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children, Hidden  
excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
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