Four poems written during and after
reading the poetry of T.S. Eliot
On Reading the Poetry of Eliot
Time and memory swell and flow
Light dances with the shadow
Never lingering there too long
Gracefully flitting over sand and sea alike.
A man can be too still,
and Stagnation may be easily won,
More simply than silver and gold.
Yet still, time does not bother to stop.
Tell me, Thomas, when did you begin
To truly move in life?
was it Only once you saw the light
When you then sang of godly things?
Why is it then that I, your reader,
Feel less moved on drinking in those words
That feel to me so forced
Where is the flow of light and time?
Poetry’s not easy
Find the hidden meaning
or seek no meaning.
Feel the textured words.
Were we meant to see some truth here?
Or is it simply UP To interpretation?
The “Aha” Place
Words and phrases that are
Wound up like a spool of thread.
Like a child in a musty attic,
One comes to the pages to discover
Chrysoprase and porphyry beneath the dust.
Stretches of work, rewarded in kind,
with stretches of treasure, found.
Above one’s head, Edison’s invention,
A switch is flipped and it all converges,
This is the space of the “aha”.
“I get it now, I see the light”
One only hopes to reach that place
And oh, what ecstasy to feel
As though you were the first
To land on untouched soil, where
Other men have never stepped.
But then again how lonely…
I will feel the joy of seeing
That many more are here beside me
And rather than deplete the wealth,
Digging knee deep in the sand,
They multiply its opulence.