‘Ash Wednesday’ Because I do not hope to turn again. Because I do not hope. Because I do not hope to turn. Desiring this mans gift and that mans scope. I no longer strive towards such things. Why should the aged Eagle spread its wings? Why should I mourn the vanquished power of the usual reign? Because I do not hope to know again The infirm glory of the positive hour. Because I do not think, Because I know I shall not know. The one veritable Transitory power Because I can not drink There where the tree flower and the spring flows. For there is nothing again. For there is nothing again. Because I know that time is always time. And place is always and only place. And what is actual is actual only for one time and only for one place. I rejoice that things are as they are And I renounce the blessed face. Because I can not hope, hope to turn again, Consequently, I rejoice. Having to construct something upon which to rejoice.
Really good. The S&G sound of silence with I suspect the Kate Bush in my garden covering Eliot in this same poetry. Without the whole thing there's no religion or resolution of the struggle but need a long song for that. Positivity reclusivity what a mouthful but you got them mangled into shape.
‘Ash Wednesday’
Because I do not hope to turn again.
Because I do not hope.
Because I do not hope to turn.
Desiring this mans gift and that mans scope.
I no longer strive towards such things.
Why should the aged Eagle spread its wings?
Why should I mourn the vanquished power of the usual reign?
Because I do not hope to know again
The infirm glory of the positive hour.
Because I do not think,
Because I know I shall not know.
The one veritable Transitory power
Because I can not drink
There where the tree flower and the spring flows.
For there is nothing again.
For there is nothing again.
Because I know that time is always time.
And place is always and only place.
And what is actual is actual only for one time and only for one place.
I rejoice that things are as they are
And I renounce the blessed face.
Because I can not hope, hope to turn again,
Consequently, I rejoice.
Having to construct something upon which to rejoice.
Lovely, Billie!
WOW
Wow, it`s really fascinating!!! Respect!
Thank you! ☺️
Really good. The S&G sound of silence with I suspect the Kate Bush in my garden covering Eliot in this same poetry. Without the whole thing there's no religion or resolution of the struggle but need a long song for that. Positivity reclusivity what a mouthful but you got them mangled into shape.
Thanks! I really appreciate that! And for taking the time to listen and share your thoughts on it! ☺️