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A Declaration
I LOVE T.S. ELIOT!
To expand: I checked out, from the library (cue heavenly chorus), the complete works of T.S. Eliot, on account of having a dream not long ago that had a stanza of poetry that I thought very Eliot-esque. I couldn't find it online so I decided to read through his ouvre in the hopes of recognizing something. So far no luck, though I have been immersed in fabulous poetry all day, even risking carsickness on the bus to read it.
There will no doubt be some quotes appearing here within the next few days, but the more pressing issue is identifying this poetry from my subconscious. It was a quatrain, but I only remember the second and fourth lines:
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The burnt-out space twixt earth and sky
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Rename the moon with the eye.
I'm not terribly sure with the wording of the first one ... the line I have there is what it morphed into as I reflected on it all day (it flows better), but what I wrote down as soon as I climbed out of bed that morning was more like "the burned space between the earth and the sky" - again, I remembered the sense of it more than the actual wording. The fourth line is much closer to the "original" ... I am just unsure whether "eye" is supposed to be singular or plural.
Does anyone have any ideas?
P.S. To Lilylarkin who does not allow me to post on her journal (probably a good thing) - Cap doesn't have a microwave because they used to, and one day someone microwaved some fish curry or something else fishy and therefore stinky, and the smell didn't leave the animation department for a month afterwards. After that, Don decreed "no more microwaves." We did have a fridge, though.
To expand: I checked out, from the library (cue heavenly chorus), the complete works of T.S. Eliot, on account of having a dream not long ago that had a stanza of poetry that I thought very Eliot-esque. I couldn't find it online so I decided to read through his ouvre in the hopes of recognizing something. So far no luck, though I have been immersed in fabulous poetry all day, even risking carsickness on the bus to read it.
There will no doubt be some quotes appearing here within the next few days, but the more pressing issue is identifying this poetry from my subconscious. It was a quatrain, but I only remember the second and fourth lines:
...
The burnt-out space twixt earth and sky
...
Rename the moon with the eye.
I'm not terribly sure with the wording of the first one ... the line I have there is what it morphed into as I reflected on it all day (it flows better), but what I wrote down as soon as I climbed out of bed that morning was more like "the burned space between the earth and the sky" - again, I remembered the sense of it more than the actual wording. The fourth line is much closer to the "original" ... I am just unsure whether "eye" is supposed to be singular or plural.
Does anyone have any ideas?
P.S. To Lilylarkin who does not allow me to post on her journal (probably a good thing) - Cap doesn't have a microwave because they used to, and one day someone microwaved some fish curry or something else fishy and therefore stinky, and the smell didn't leave the animation department for a month afterwards. After that, Don decreed "no more microwaves." We did have a fridge, though.
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I learned this when I accidentally picked up a George Eliot book. Not the same thing.
He is a modern(ish) poet with interesting, well-written poems (most of which, I admit, go way over my head) while at the same time has resepct for rhyme, rhythm, and meter. Poetry which is just prose arranged in artfully segmented lines is only poetry by name. Ray Bradbury's prose is more poetic than a lot of "poetry" I see.
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I dig that. Though I confess, I do not think I've ever read anything by this TS Eliot fellow.
In other news... you get carsick? Really? ...you're going to hate the tube...