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You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends, And how, how rare and strange it is, to find In a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends, ( For indeed I do not love it .. you knew? you are not blind! How keen you are! ) To find a friend who has these qualities, Who has, and gives Those qualities upon which friendship lives. How much it means that I say this to you- Without these friendships-life, what cauchemar! .T.S. Eliot
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Honest criticism and sensible appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.T.S. Eliot
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Under the penitential gates Sustained by staring SeraphimWhere the souls of the devout Burn invisible and dim.T.S. Eliot
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Music heard so deeply That it is not heard at all, butyou are the music While the music lasts.T.S. Eliot
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Time and the bell have buried the day, The black cloud carries the sun away. Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray Clutch and cling? ChillFingers of yew be curled Down on us? After the kingfisher's wing Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still At the still point of the turning world.T.S. Eliot