Ash Wednesday (T. S. Eliot)

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Vanitas door David Bailly, ca. 1650

 

Ash Wednesday

IV
Who walked between the violet and the violet
Whe walked between
The various ranks of varied green
Going in white and blue, in Mary’s colour,
Talking of trivial things
In ignorance and knowledge of eternal dolour
Who moved among the others as they walked,
Who then made strong the fountains and made fresh the springs

Made cool the dry rock and made firm the sand
In blue of larkspur, blue of Mary’s colour,
Sovegna vos

Here are the years that walk between, bearing
Away the fiddles and the flutes, restoring
One who moves in the time between sleep and waking, wearing

White light folded, sheathing about her, folded.
The new years walk, restoring
Through a bright cloud of tears, the years, restoring
With a new verse the ancient rhyme. Redeem
The time. Redeem
The unread vision in the higher dream
While jewelled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse.

The silent sister veiled in white and blue
Between the yews, behind the garden god,
Whose flute is breathless, bent her head and signed but spoke
no word

But the fountain sprang up and the bird sang down
Redeem the time, redeem the dream
The token of the word unheard, unspoken

Till the wind shake a thousand whispers from the yew

And after this our exile

 

T. S. Eliot (26 september 1888 – 4 januari 1965)
Kathedraal basiliek van Saint Louis, Missouri, de geboorteplaats van T. S. Eliot

 

Zie voor de schrijvers van de 26e februari ook mijn vorige blog van vandaag en mijn blog van 26 februari 2019 en ook mijn blog van 26 februari 2017 deel 2.

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