Couldn’t stop myself from admiring you. Your way of presentation, the informations you have provided - each and everything deserves full marks❤ So grateful to you for such precise explanation🥰
Possibly the best explanation of the philosophical poem "Burnt Norton" by Nobel laureate T. S Elliot. I have been looking hard for line by line explanation but your's is the best explanation I've come so far. Thank you so much for this gift...
Hello from Canada! I was reading this in my English class and I was completely lost. After listening to you everything is so much clearer. Thank you for the lesson 😊.
One thing is very clear... Eliot's poetry is for the class and not for the mass. It is very difficult for ordinary poetry-lovers to understand his poetry. Many barring a few do not get pleasure in reading Eliot's poetry. WHAT IS YOUR VIEW IN THIS RESPECT,NEHA MADAM ?
Thank you translating this work into layman’s terms . The further dimensions that he is a poet with a very serious. and spiritually searching mind need to be further explored.
"Words after speech reach into the silence" ... so I can't speak more on this awesome explanation of yours. Thank you so much. It would be great to get more poems explained by you.
Mam I am doing my graduation from distance education or as a private student. English literature is my one of subject I feel so much problem while understanding English literature poems there structure is very difficult and complicated so how to understand them properly ??? Because poems of English literatures and their structure is too much difficult for me kindly reply Even sometimes I feel so depressed that I can't understand English in my life
II Garlic and sapphires in the mud Clot the bedded axle-tree. The trilling wire in the blood Sings below inveterate scars Appeasing long forgotten wars. The dance along the artery The circulation of the lymph Are figured in the drift of stars Ascend to summer in the tree We move above the moving tree In light upon the figured leaf And hear upon the sodden floor Below, the boarhound and the boar Pursue their pattern as before But reconciled among the stars. At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance. I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where. And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time. The inner freedom from the practical desire, The release from action and suffering, release from the inner And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving, Erhebung without motion, concentration Without elimination, both a new world And the old made explicit, understood In the completion of its partial ecstasy, The resolution of its partial horror. Yet the enchainment of past and future Woven in the weakness of the changing body, Protects mankind from heaven and damnation Which flesh cannot endure. Time past and time future Allow but a little consciousness. To be conscious is not to be in time But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden, The moment in the arbour where the rain beat, The moment in the draughty church at smokefall Be remembered; involved with past and future. Only through time time is conquered.
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind. But to what purpose Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves I do not know. Other echoes Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow? Quick, said the bird, find them, find them, Round the corner. Through the first gate, Into our first world, shall we follow The deception of the thrush? Into our first world. There they were, dignified, invisible, Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves, In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air, And the bird called, in response to The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery, And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses Had the look of flowers that are looked at. There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting. So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern, Along the empty alley, into the box circle, To look down into the drained pool. Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged, And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight, And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly, The surface glittered out of heart of light, And they were behind us, reflected in the pool. Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty. Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children, Hidden excitedly, containing laughter. Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality. Time past and time future What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present.
Couldn’t stop myself from admiring you. Your way of presentation, the informations you have provided - each and everything deserves full marks❤ So grateful to you for such precise explanation🥰
The look in your eyes says it all. Teaching poetry with passion!
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Possibly the best explanation of the philosophical poem "Burnt Norton" by Nobel laureate T. S Elliot. I have been looking hard for line by line explanation but your's is the best explanation I've come so far. Thank you so much for this gift...
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So so so very thankful for this explanation. There is literally such a dearth of explanation of Burnt Norton and this really came away as a saviour.
Hello from Canada!
I was reading this in my English class and I was completely lost. After listening to you everything is so much clearer. Thank you for the lesson 😊.
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One thing is very clear...
Eliot's poetry is for the class and not for the mass.
It is very difficult for ordinary poetry-lovers to understand his poetry.
Many barring a few do not get pleasure in reading Eliot's poetry.
WHAT IS YOUR VIEW IN THIS RESPECT,NEHA MADAM ?
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Thank you translating this work into layman’s terms . The further dimensions that he is a poet with a very serious. and spiritually searching mind need to be further explored.
Absolutely perfect explanation, I recalled my college days when I learnt this poem.
Thank you Pravin! The poem is stimulating indeed.
"Words after speech reach into the silence" ... so I can't speak more on this awesome explanation of yours. Thank you so much.
It would be great to get more poems explained by you.
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Mam I am doing my graduation from distance education or as a private student. English literature is my one of subject
I feel so much problem while understanding English literature poems there structure is very difficult and complicated so how to understand them properly ???
Because poems of English literatures and their structure is too much difficult for me kindly reply
Even sometimes I feel so depressed that I can't understand English in my life
You should become a net english educator mam.
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II
Garlic and sapphires in the mud
Clot the bedded axle-tree.
The trilling wire in the blood
Sings below inveterate scars
Appeasing long forgotten wars.
The dance along the artery
The circulation of the lymph
Are figured in the drift of stars
Ascend to summer in the tree
We move above the moving tree
In light upon the figured leaf
And hear upon the sodden floor
Below, the boarhound and the boar
Pursue their pattern as before
But reconciled among the stars.
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
The inner freedom from the practical desire,
The release from action and suffering, release from the inner
And the outer compulsion, yet surrounded
By a grace of sense, a white light still and moving,
Erhebung without motion, concentration
Without elimination, both a new world
And the old made explicit, understood
In the completion of its partial ecstasy,
The resolution of its partial horror.
Yet the enchainment of past and future
Woven in the weakness of the changing body,
Protects mankind from heaven and damnation
Which flesh cannot endure.
Time past and time future
Allow but a little consciousness.
To be conscious is not to be in time
But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden,
The moment in the arbour where the rain beat,
The moment in the draughty church at smokefall
Be remembered; involved with past and future.
Only through time time is conquered.
Thank you 💛
I am reading the Four Quartets with a group of poetry lovers. Your commentary is excellent.Are you going to do the other quartets?
Hi! Which country are you from?
US
Very helpful lecture, madam... Thanks a lot.. 🙏
Thank you Supriya!
Welcome back ma'am..
Thank you mam
I can't thank you enough!
Thank you!
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Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
Round the corner. Through the first gate,
Into our first world, shall we follow
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
There they were, dignified, invisible,
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,
And the bird called, in response to
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,
Along the empty alley, into the box circle,
To look down into the drained pool.
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,
The surface glittered out of heart of light,
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Mam,speed please control it
20:12 part 2
Mam could you explain Ode to the West Wind please???🤩
Noted. Watch this space
agar hindi me samjhati to or bhi acha hota .....