the dry salvages

People change, and smile : but the agony abides.
time the destroyer is time the preserver,
Like the river with its cargo of dead negroes, cows and chicken coops,
The bitter apple and the bite in the apple.
And the ragged rock in the restless waters,
Waves wash over it, fogs conceal it;
On a halcyon day it is merely a monument,
In navigable weather it is allways a seamark
To lay a course by: but in the sombre season
Or the sudden fury, is what it always was.

(T.S. Eliot - Quatre quators)

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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all."

Écrit par : T.S. Eliot | 10/06/2006

eh oui le mielleur parmis nous!

Écrit par : jos | 10/06/2006

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