A Poem For Sunday
From “The Four Quartets” by T.S. Eliot:
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future…
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On January 30, 2012 at 4:38pm
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