Four Quartets 2: East Coker Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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In my beginning is my end In successionB
Houses rise and fall crumble are extendedC
Are removed destroyed restored or in their placeD
Is an open field or a factory or a by passE
Old stone to new building old timber to new firesF
Old fires to ashes and ashes to the earthG
Which is already flesh fur and faecesF
Bone of man and beast cornstalk and leafH
Houses live and die there is a time for buildingI
And a time for living and for generationB
And a time for the wind to break the loosened paneJ
And to shake the wainscot where the field mouse trotsF
And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent mottoK
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In my beginning is my end Now the light fallsF
Across the open field leaving the deep laneJ
Shuttered with branches dark in the afternoonL
Where you lean against a bank while a van passesF
And the deep lane insists on the directionB
Into the village in the electric heatM
Hypnotised In a warm haze the sultry lightN
Is absorbed not refracted by grey stoneO
The dahlias sleep in the empty silenceF
Wait for the early owlP
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In that open fieldQ
If you do not come too close if you do not come too closeF
On a summer midnight you can hear the musicR
Of the weak pipe and the little drumS
And see them dancing around the bonfireT
The association of man and womanB
In daunsinge signifying matrimonieB
A dignified and commodiois sacramentU
Two and two necessarye coniunctionB
Holding eche other by the hand or the armV
Whiche betokeneth concorde Round and round the fireT
Leaping through the flames or joined in circlesF
Rustically solemn or in rustic laughterT
Lifting heavy feet in clumsy shoesF
Earth feet loam feet lifted in country mirthG
Mirth of those long since under earthG
Nourishing the corn Keeping timeW
Keeping the rhythm in their dancingI
As in their living in the living seasonsF
The time of the seasons and the constellationsF
The time of milking and the time of harvestX
The time of the coupling of man and womanB
And that of beasts Feet rising and fallingI
Eating and drinking Dung and deathY
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Dawn points and another dayZ
Prepares for heat and silence Out at sea the dawn windA2
Wrinkles and slides I am hereB2
Or there or elsewhere In my beginningI
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What is the late November doingI
With the disturbance of the springI
And creatures of the summer heatM
And snowdrops writhing under feetM
And hollyhocks that aim too highA
Red into grey and tumble downB
Late roses filled with early snowB
Thunder rolled by the rolling starsF
Simulates triumphal carsF
Deployed in constellated warsF
Scorpion fights against the SunB
Until the Sun and Moon go downB
Comets weep and Leonids flyA
Hunt the heavens and the plainsF
Whirled in a vortex that shall bringI
The world to that destructive fireT
Which burns before the ice cap reignsF
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That was a way of putting it not very satisfactoryC2
A periphrastic study in a worn out poetical fashionB
Leaving one still with the intolerable wrestleD2
With words and meanings The poetry does not matterT
It was not to start again what one had expectedC
What was to be the value of the long looked forward toE2
Long hoped for calm the autumnal serenityC2
And the wisdom of age Had they deceived usF
Or deceived themselves the quiet voiced eldersF
Bequeathing us merely a receipt for deceitM
The serenity only a deliberate hebetudeM
The wisdom only the knowledge of dead secretsF
Useless in the darkness into which they peeredM
Or from which they turned their eyes There is it seems to usF
At best only a limited valueE2
In the knowledge derived from experienceF
The knowledge imposes a pattern and falsifiesF
For the pattern is new in every momentM
And every moment is a new and shockingI
Valuation of all we have been We are only undeceivedM
Of that which deceiving could no longer harmV
In the middle not only in the middle of the wayZ
But all the way in a dark wood in a brambleD2
On the edge of a grimpen where is no secure footholdM
And menaced by monsters fancy lightsF
Risking enchantment Do not let me hearB2
Of the wisdom of old men but rather of their follyC2
Their fear of fear and frenzy their fear of possessionB
Of belonging to another or to others or to GodM
The only wisdom we can hope to acquireT
Is the wisdom of humility humility is endlessF
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The houses are all gone under the seaC2
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The dancers are all gone under the hillF2
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O dark dark dark They all go into the darkG2
The vacant interstellar spaces the vacant into the vacantM
The captains merchant bankers eminent men of lettersF
The generous patrons of art the statesmen and the rulersF
Distinguished civil servants chairmen of many committeesF
Industrial lords and petty contractors all go into the darkG2
And dark the Sun and Moon and the Almanach de GothaY
And the Stock Exchange Gazette the Directory of DirectorsF
And cold the sense and lost the motive of actionB
And we all go with them into the silent funeralD2
Nobody's funeral for there is no one to buryC2
I said to my soul be still and let the dark come upon youE2
Which shall be the darkness of God As in a theatreT
The lights are extinguished for the scene to be changedM
With a hollow rumble of wings with a movement of darkness on darknessF
And we know that the hills and the trees the distant panoramaH2
And the bold imposing fa ccedil ade are all being rolled awayZ
Or as when an underground train in the tube stops too long between stationsF
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silenceF
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepenB
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think aboutM
Or when under ether the mind is conscious but conscious of nothingI
I said to my soul be still and wait without hopeI2
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing wait without loveJ2
For love would be love of the wrong thing there is yet faithY
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waitingI
Wait without thought for you are not ready for thoughtM
So the darkness shall be the light and the stillness the dancingI
Whisper of running streams and winter lightningI
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberryC2
The laughter in the garden echoed ecstasyC2
Not lost but requiring pointing to the agonyC2
Of death and birthY
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You say I am repeatingI
Something I have said before I shall say it againB
Shall I say it again In order to arrive thereK2
To arrive where you are to get from where you are notM
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasyC2
In order to arrive at what you do not knowB
You must go by a way which is the way of ignoranceF
In order to possess what you do not possessF
You must go by the way of dispossessionB
In order to arrive at what you are notM
You must go through the way in which you are notM
And what you do not know is the only thing you knowB
And what you own is what you do not ownB
And where you are is where you are notM
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The wounded surgeon plies the steelL2
That questions the distempered partM
Beneath the bleeding hands we feelL2
The sharp compassion of the healer's artM
Resolving the enigma of the fever chartM
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Our only health is the diseaseF
If we obey the dying nurseF
Whose constant care is not to pleaseF
But to remind of our and Adam's curseF
And that to be restored our sickness must grow worseF
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The whole earth is our hospitalD2
Endowed by the ruined millionaireK2
Wherein if we do well we shallM2
Die of the absolute paternal careK2
That will not leave us but prevents us everywhereK2
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The chill ascends from feet to kneesF
The fever sings in mental wiresF
If to be warmed then I must freezeF
And quake in frigid purgatorial firesF
Of which the flame is roses and the smoke is briarsF
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The dripping blood our only drinkN2
The bloody flesh our only foodM
In spite of which we like to thinkN2
That we are sound substantial flesh and bloodM
Again in spite of that we call this Friday goodM
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So here I am in the middle way having had twenty yearsF
Twenty years largely wasted the years of l'entre deux guerresF
Trying to use words and every attemptM
Is a wholly new start and a different kind of failureT
Because one has only learnt to get the better of wordsF
For the thing one no longer has to say or the way in whichO2
One is no longer disposed to say it And so each ventureT
Is a new beginning a raid on the inarticulateM
With shabby equipment always deterioratingI
In the general mess of imprecision of feelingI
Undisciplined squads of emotion And what there is to conquerT
By strength and submission has already been discoveredM
Once or twice or several times by men whom one cannot hopeI2
To emulate but there is no competitionB
There is only the fight to recover what has been lostM
And found and lost again and again and now under conditionsF
That seem unpropitious But perhaps neither gain nor lossF
For us there is only the trying The rest is not our businessF
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Home is where one starts from As we grow olderT
The world becomes stranger the pattern more complicatedM
Of dead and living Not the intense momentM
Isolated with no before and afterT
But a lifetime burning in every momentM
And not the lifetime of one man onlyJ2
But of old stones that cannot be decipheredM
There is a time for the evening under starlightM
A time for the evening under lamplightM
The evening with the photograph albumS
Love is most nearly itselfJ2
When here and now cease to matterT
Old men ought to be explorersF
Here or there does not matterT
We must be still and still movingI
Into another intensityM
For a further union a deeper communionB
Through the dark cold and the empty desolationB
The wave cry the wind cry the vast watersF
Of the petrel and the porpoise In my end is my beginningI

T. S. Eliot



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