Day 198: Words, Words, Words – from “The Four Quartets” / “Little Gidding” (1936)

I couldn’t choose between these two excerpts from the poem for today’s entry, so I decided to share them both.

“And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.”

— T. S. Eliot

“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.”

— T. S. Eliot

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