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I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
T. S. Eliot
The winter evening settles down. With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps. The grimy scraps. Of withered leaves about your feet. And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat. On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the corner of the street. A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps.
T. S. Eliot
If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent. If the unheard, unspoken. Word is unspoken, unheard; Still is the spoken word, the Word unheard, The Word without a word, the Word within. The world and for the world; And the light shone in the darkness and. Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled. About the center of the silent Word. Oh my people, what have I done unto thee. Where shall the word be found, where shall the word. Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence
T. S. Eliot
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