Thomas Stearns Eliot

Silence: T.S. Eliot / Vincenzo Balocchi

Along the city streets It is still high tide, Yet the garrulous waves of life Shrink and divide With a thousand incidents Vexed and debated:– This is the hour for which we waited– This is the ultimate hour When life is justified. The seas of experience That were so broad and deep, So immediate and … Continue reading →