T.S. ELIOT
“East Coker”
In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.
I cannot deny what I am and that my poetry is deeply influenced by what I have felt and experienced. So, apologies since most of the verses I write have been dark and foreboding, to put it mildly… :)
However, as the great poet T.S. Eliot himself has said (and I am paraphrasing) I must go where I have not gone before.. and so I have sought to write a bit differently than my usual self.
Today's poem is slightly altered (I hope) in that I have felt different about it, with not the typical bleakness permeating much of what I write.
I hope you enjoy it... :) and do add in your comments!
“East Coker”
In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you do not know
You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
In order to possess what you do not possess
You must go by the way of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what you are not
You must go through the way in which you are not.
And what you do not know is the only thing you know
And what you own is what you do not own
And where you are is where you are not.
I cannot deny what I am and that my poetry is deeply influenced by what I have felt and experienced. So, apologies since most of the verses I write have been dark and foreboding, to put it mildly… :)
However, as the great poet T.S. Eliot himself has said (and I am paraphrasing) I must go where I have not gone before.. and so I have sought to write a bit differently than my usual self.
Today's poem is slightly altered (I hope) in that I have felt different about it, with not the typical bleakness permeating much of what I write.
I hope you enjoy it... :) and do add in your comments!
# Half a heart
Half a heart was all she asked
Half a moment of that day
Somewhere in the in between
Of the now and yesterday.
Half a heart, a half of love
Half a song, in memory of
Pale dusk, twilight, the attic
Half
moment, somewhere
Poised on the verge of;
Someplace in the half, the realm
Half friend, half kiss, half love
Juxtaposed in between,
Half a heart was all she asked
Half a life, all she has
Half a heart is all she needs.
~ Judith Vaddi
~ Judith Vaddi
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