“Midwinter Spring”…

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Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart’s heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon.
And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier,
Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire
In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing
The soul’s sap quivers. There is no earth smell
Or smell of living thing. This is the spring time
But not in time’s covenant. Now the hedgerow
Is blanched for an hour with transitory blossom
Of snow, a bloom more sudden
Than that of summer, neither budding nor fading,
Not in the scheme of generation.
Where is the summer, the unimaginable
Zero summer?…….

V
What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from…….

With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this
Calling
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

(extracts from Little Gidding by T. S. Eliot. – Photo by clinock)

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10 thoughts on ““Midwinter Spring”…

  1. So many powerful lines in this poem that start the ball rolling, where does one begin? Perfect photo – browns and green. A warm counterpoint to Eliot’s intellect. Great way to start the day. Thanks!

  2. Hi John…Now I see where I probably got my phrase “The End is Just the Beginning” Thank you T. S. Eliot. May I take this opportunity to thank you..on your turf….for your outstanding blogging and support to fellow bloggers…including myself… in 2012 and…
    Wish You Every Happiness, Health and Abundance in 2013!!!!
    Robert

    1. Thank you for your generous words my friend and for your kind thoughts. I also wish you a wonderful and creative New Year:
      For auld lang syne, my dear,
      For auld lang syne,
      We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
      For auld lang syne.

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