A review by kenbooky
Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot

And for having tried to read and understand the four quartets I have been changed… that is, my feelings about T.S. Eliot have not (but when I think about the musical Cats I feel a little bit better about him I guess … knowing how he would have hated it) the Four Quartets was dive into a man spiraling over his estranged partner, the war and what it has done to the English country side, and ofcourse religion. Each quartet has an elemental grounding to it whether it be fire or pools of haunted water with abandoned buildings the quartet is a symbol for a door into the subconscious and also a purification into the next line of thought. These poems are so meta and confusing but ultimately relatable the way a person goes through stages of acceptance when they’re analyzing things too hard. The first three quartets, Burnt Norton, East Coker, and The Dry Salvages, have a harsh linguistic feel to it in that Eliot is disheartened looking for solutions or little answers that God is out there. The fourth, Little Gidding, however, has a much happier fulfilled sound. The middle felt the most relatable and reminded me of how when you’re young you feel like you know it all and then one day you’re more adult than you’ve ever been and feel like you know nothing at all. I can sift through to get to the vision and sonorously I like the antithesis and repetition.