And on the deck of the drumming liner
Watching the furrow that widens behind you,
You shall not think 'the past is finished,'
Or 'the future is before us.'
At nightfall, in the rigging and the aerial,
Is a voice descanting (though not to the ear,
The murmuring shell of time, and not in any language)
'Fare forward, you who think that you are voyaging;
You are not those who saw the harbour
Receding, or those who will disembark.
Here between the hither and the farther shore
While time is withdrawn, consider the future
And the past with an equal mind."
TS Eliot
To what shall I compare the world?
It is like
the wake
Vanishing behind a boat
That has
sailed away at dawn.
Sami Mazei
2 comments:
As one about to move to a sea-girt place, I am greatly enjoying your watery musings, and I am greatly indebted to you for Mr Eliot's "while time is withdrawn".
Thank you, and I am much chuffed, Charles, that you pop by and drop the occasional pebble into these waters. All the very best for your move to that rocky castle jutting out into the chops of the Channel. A fascinating and beautiful place.
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