A Dedication to My Wife by T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). To whom I owe the leaping delight That quickens my senses in our wakingtime And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime, The breathing in unison Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech And babble the same speech without need of meaning. No peevish winter wind shall chill No sullen tropic sun shall wither The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only But this dedication is for others to read: These are private words addressed to you in public. T. S. Eliot - A Dedication to My Wife - film by Peter Hague - e-brink youtube/watch?v=GFP-XEvKcKk
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