Posted by obsidian on August 21, 2010, at 23:05:59
In reply to Frost, Fire and Ice » obsidian, posted by sigismund on August 21, 2010, at 22:35:45
> From Little Gidding, by Eliot
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> IV
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> The dove descending breaks the air
> With flame of incandescent terror
> Of which the tongues declare
> The one discharge from sin and error.
> The only hope, or else despair
> Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre
> To be redeemed from fire by fire.
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> Who then devised the torment? Love.
> Love is the unfamiliar Name
> Behind the hands that wove
> The intolerable shirt of flame
> Which human power cannot remove.
> We only live, only suspire
> Consumed by either fire or fire.
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> That's pretty f*ck*ng reactionary (if that's the right word). The thing that loves us tortures us? Or maybe something else? I love the first verse anyway.
>a rock and a hard place??
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