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We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
T.S. Eliot • The Essential T.S. Eliot
Tradition and the Individual Talent by T. S. Eliot | Poetry Foundation
T. S. Eliotpoetryfoundation.org
Poetry is language against which you have no defence
foxwizard ☾ • 🌚 How to Dispel the “Dark Cloud”

Aren’t we all still quivering
like tuning forks
with the shock of being,
the shock of being seen?
like tuning forks
with the shock of being,
the shock of being seen?