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4.3 AVERAGE
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
tense
medium-paced
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Do yourself a massive favor and listen to this excellent recitation by Ralph Fiennes; genius. Be sure to also check out [b:Waste Land And Other Poems|129118306|Waste Land And Other Poems|T.S. Eliot|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1696952171l/129118306._SY75_.jpg|389834].
challenging
reflective
slow-paced
at times before and times past i've thought this was a worthwhile endeavor. glad i dipped my head, toe first then petal by petal, into this bit of world without world. the moon sets on my thoughts while i vacillate. particularly moving was BURNT NORTON, part III. seems prophetic regarding our rampant use of computers to connect with one another so safely . . . so distant our intimacy. i'm just beginning.
challenging
fast-paced
“For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.”
This one sat better with me far than The Waste Land. I preferred the imagery and the regular occurrence of poignant bits that happened to resonate with me, for one reason or another. The tone was more on the verge of encouraging, and the cadence also left a stronger impression--to my perception, at least.
As always, I find it difficult to rate or review poetry. I'm no expert at its dissection, and only a passing imbiber of its flow. But I can count this one of the few pieces that made me pause and re-read a number of lines and marinate in their impact.
This one sat better with me far than The Waste Land. I preferred the imagery and the regular occurrence of poignant bits that happened to resonate with me, for one reason or another. The tone was more on the verge of encouraging, and the cadence also left a stronger impression--to my perception, at least.
As always, I find it difficult to rate or review poetry. I'm no expert at its dissection, and only a passing imbiber of its flow. But I can count this one of the few pieces that made me pause and re-read a number of lines and marinate in their impact.
I read some selections from Eliot in college and on my own, but I had never read these poems straight through together. I have to be honest in saying that I still don't understand it all, but I'm starting to catch on. There were actually some extended passages that really resonated for me, Burnt Norton V, for example. Each poem made sense as the images tightened up in their fifth stanzas. I kept thinking, as I read and re-read, you have to be old or have an old soul to to begin to grasp some of this.
Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire, The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart's heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon.
And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier,
Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire
In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing
The soul's sap quivers. There is no earth smell
Or smell of living thing. This is the spring time
But not in time's covenant. Now the hedgerow
Is blanched for an hour with transitory blossom
Of snow, a bloom more sudden
Than that of summer, neither budding nor fading,
Not in the scheme of generation.
Where is the summer, the unimaginable
Zero summer?
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relaxing
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