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And the final part of "Preludes"... IV 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. Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh; The worlds revolve like ancient women Gathering fuel in vacant lots. -- T. S. ELIOT --
Posted on: Wed, 24 Jul 2013 13:00:12 +0000

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