“So I’ll play the whetstone’s part, which makes steel sharp, but of itself cannot cut. Though I write naught myself, I will teach to poet’s office and duty; whence he draws his stores; what nurtures and fashions him; what befits him and what not; whither the right course leads and whither the wrong.” [...]
Entries from February 2008
February 7, 2008
Ash Wednesday by T.S. Eliot
Because I do not hope to turn againBecause I do not hopeBecause I do not hope to turnDesiring this man’s gift and that man’s scopeI no longer strive to strive towards such things(Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)Why should I mournThe vanished power of the usual reign?
Because I do not hope to knowThe [...]
