Saturday, November 9, 2019

Quote of the Day (T.S. Eliot, on ‘The Conscience of a Blackened Street’)

“His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.

“I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.”—American-born British poet T.S. Eliot (1888-1965), “Preludes” (1917)

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