home *** CD-ROM | disk | FTP | other *** search
- Path: sparky!uunet!cis.ohio-state.edu!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!usenet.ins.cwru.edu!agate!stanford.edu!apple!apple!netcomsv!mork!netcom!kwatson
- From: kwatson@netcom.com (Kennita Watson)
- Newsgroups: alt.personals
- Subject: Re: Burial of The Dead
- Message-ID: <KWATSON.92Jul24003110@netcom.com>
- Date: 24 Jul 92 08:31:10 GMT
- References: <1992Jul22.001842.12415@lemuria.sai.com>
- <1992Jul23.132625.17420@nrtpa038.bnr.ca> <3613@blue.cis.pitt.edu.UUCP>
- Organization: Netcom Online Communications Service
- Lines: 21
- In-Reply-To: aja+@pitt.edu's message of 23 Jul 92 17:36:48 GMT
-
- In article <3613@blue.cis.pitt.edu.UUCP> aja+@pitt.edu (Dan E Steele) writes:
- By the way...I have been looking for a poem by T.S.E. (I don't
- know the name of it) but the last line is ...
-
- And the fire and the rose are one.
-
- From _T.S._Eliot:__The_Complete_Poems_And_Plays,_1909-1950_:
-
- Book "Four Quartets", Poem "Little Gidding", Section V, beginning
- "What we call the beginning is often the end...." (the entire poem
- begins "Midwinter spring is its own season...."), ends
-
- ...And all shall be well and
- All manner of thing shall be well
- When the tongues of flame are in-folded
- Into the crowned knot of fire
- And the fire and the rose are one.
-
- Glad to be of service.
-
- Kennita Watson
-