Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Preludes by T. S. Eliot

I recently began reading through the Complete Works of T. S. Eliot. Today I read one of his early poems: "Preludes." Its conclusion shows clearly the despair from which Jesus saved him later in his life:

Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.

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