Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFAAGEDCHICEC ACAGJCJCKAAAALAHDMCD ENOCPDGDEDGQHHAO HAAROG HAASOG HAAROG HAAROG HAAROG HAAROG DAAGCHGGHAHDHAHOATDA HACDCGGAGADAOACCHGA CHDCCHDDCAUVACDGAWDW CAODRHDHDDCGHCGCAGCG AA GOOA V DACHX VAHOG CAXAA V ADDHYAOACAOAVVCDCACG VDCPCHVHACGGGODCCCCH ZAA2CCHCB2VO

The Dry Salvages presumably les trois sauvagesA
is a small group of rocks with a beacon off the N EB
coast of Cape Ann Massachusetts Salvages is pronouncedC
to rhyme with assuages Groaner a whistling buoyB
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I do not know much about gods but I think that the riverD
Is a strong brown god sullen untamed and intractableE
Patient to some degree at first recognised as a frontierF
Useful untrustworthy as a conveyor of commerceA
Then only a problem confronting the builder of bridgesA
The problem once solved the brown god is almost forgottenG
By the dwellers in cities ever however implacableE
Keeping his seasons and rages destroyer reminderD
Of what men choose to forget Unhonoured unpropitiatedC
By worshippers of the machine but waiting watching and waitingH
His rhythm was present in the nursery bedroomI
In the rank ailanthus of the April dooryardC
In the smell of grapes on the autumn tableE
And the evening circle in the winter gaslightC
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The river is within us the sea is all about usA
The sea is the land's edge also the graniteC
Into which it reaches the beaches where it tossesA
Its hints of earlier and other creationG
The starfish the horseshoe crab the whale's backboneJ
The pools where it offers to our curiosityC
The more delicate algae and the sea anemoneJ
It tosses up our losses the torn seineC
The shattered lobsterpot the broken oarK
And the gear of foreign dead men The sea has many voicesA
Many gods and many voicesA
The salt is on the briar roseA
The fog is in the fir treesA
The sea howlL
And the sea yelp are different voicesA
Often together heard the whine in the riggingH
The menace and caress of wave that breaks on waterD
The distant rote in the granite teethM
And the wailing warning from the approaching headlandC
Are all sea voices and the heaving groanerD
Rounded homewards and the seagullE
And under the oppression of the silent fogN
The tolling bellO
Measures time not our time rung by the unhurriedC
Ground swell a timeP
Older than the time of chronometers olderD
Than time counted by anxious worried womenG
Lying awake calculating the futureD
Trying to unweave unwind unravelE
And piece together the past and the futureD
Between midnight and dawn when the past is all deceptionG
The future futureless before the morning watchQ
When time stops and time is never endingH
And the ground swell that is and was from the beginningH
ClangsA
The bellO
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Where is there an end of it the soundless wailingH
The silent withering of autumn flowersA
Dropping their petals and remaining motionlessA
Where is there and end to the drifting wreckageR
The prayer of the bone on the beach the unprayableO
Prayer at the calamitous annunciationG
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There is no end but addition the trailingH
Consequence of further days and hoursA
While emotion takes to itself the emotionlessA
Years of living among the breakageS
Of what was believed in as the most reliableO
And therefore the fittest for renunciationG
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There is the final addition the failingH
Pride or resentment at failing powersA
The unattached devotion which might pass for devotionlessA
In a drifting boat with a slow leakageR
The silent listening to the undeniableO
Clamour of the bell of the last annunciationG
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Where is the end of them the fishermen sailingH
Into the wind's tail where the fog cowersA
We cannot think of a time that is oceanlessA
Or of an ocean not littered with wastageR
Or of a future that is not liableO
Like the past to have no destinationG
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We have to think of them as forever bailingH
Setting and hauling while the North East lowersA
Over shallow banks unchanging and erosionlessA
Or drawing their money drying sails at dockageR
Not as making a trip that will be unpayableO
For a haul that will not bear examinationG
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There is no end of it the voiceless wailingH
No end to the withering of withered flowersA
To the movement of pain that is painless and motionlessA
To the drift of the sea and the drifting wreckageR
The bone's prayer to Death its God Only the hardly barely prayableO
Prayer of the one AnnunciationG
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It seems as one becomes olderD
That the past has another pattern and ceases to be a mere sequenceA
Or even development the latter a partial fallacyA
Encouraged by superficial notions of evolutionG
Which becomes in the popular mind a means of disowning the pastC
The moments of happiness not the sense of well beingH
Fruition fulfilment security or affectionG
Or even a very good dinner but the sudden illuminationG
We had the experience but missed the meaningH
And approach to the meaning restores the experienceA
In a different form beyond any meaningH
We can assign to happiness I have said beforeD
That the past experience revived in the meaningH
Is not the experience of one life onlyA
But of many generations not forgettingH
Something that is probably quite ineffableO
The backward look behind the assuranceA
Of recorded history the backward half lookT
Over the shoulder towards the primitive terrorD
Now we come to discover that the moments of agonyA
Whether or not due to misunderstandingH
Having hoped for the wrong things or dreaded the wrong thingsA
Is not in question are likewise permanentC
With such permanence as time has We appreciate this betterD
In the agony of others nearly experiencedC
Involving ourselves than in our ownG
For our own past is covered by the currents of actionG
But the torment of others remains an experienceA
Unqualified unworn by subsequent attritionG
People change and smile but the agony abidesA
Time the destroyer is time the preserverD
Like the river with its cargo of dead negroes cows and chicken coopsA
The bitter apple and the bite in the appleO
And the ragged rock in the restless watersA
Waves wash over it fogs conceal itC
On a halcyon day it is merely a monumentC
In navigable weather it is always a seamarkH
To lay a course by but in the sombre seasonG
Or the sudden fury is what it always wasA
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I sometimes wonder if that is what Krishna meantC
Among other things or one way of putting the same thingH
That the future is a faded song a Royal Rose or a lavender sprayD
Of wistful regret for those who are not yet here to regretC
Pressed between yellow leaves of a book that has never been openedC
And the way up is the way down the way forward is the way backH
You cannot face it steadily but this thing is sureD
That time is no healer the patient is no longer hereD
When the train starts and the passengers are settledC
To fruit periodicals and business lettersA
And those who saw them off have left the platformU
Their faces relax from grief into reliefV
To the sleepy rhythm of a hundred hoursA
Fare forward travellers not escaping from the pastC
Into different lives or into any futureD
You are not the same people who left that stationG
Or who will arrive at any terminusA
While the narrowing rails slide together behind youW
And on the deck of the drumming linerD
Watching the furrow that widens behind youW
You shall not think 'the past is finished'C
Or 'the future is before us'A
At nightfall in the rigging and the aerialO
Is a voice descanting though not to the earD
The murmuring shell of time and not in any languageR
'Fare forward you who think that you are voyagingH
You are not those who saw the harbourD
Receding or those who will disembarkH
Here between the hither and the farther shoreD
While time is withdrawn consider the futureD
And the past with an equal mindC
At the moment which is not of action or inactionG
You can receive this on whatever sphere of beingH
The mind of a man may be intentC
At the time of death that is the one actionG
And the time of death is every momentC
Which shall fructify in the lives of othersA
And do not think of the fruit of actionG
Fare forwardC
O voyagers O seamenG
You who came to port and you whose bodiesA
Will suffer the trial and judgement of the seaA
Or whatever event this is your real destination '-
So Krishna as when he admonished ArjunaG
On the field of battleO
Not fare wellO
But fare forward voyagersA
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Lady whose shrine stands on the promontoryD
Pray for all those who are in ships thoseA
Whose business has to do with fish andC
Those concerned with every lawful trafficH
And those who conduct themX
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Repeat a prayer also on behalf ofV
Women who have seen their sons or husbandsA
Setting forth and not returningH
Figlia del tuo figlioO
Queen of HeavenG
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Also pray for those who were in ships andC
Ended their voyage on the sand in the sea's lipsA
Or in the dark throat which will not reject themX
Or wherever cannot reach them the sound of the sea bell'sA
Perpetual angelusA
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To communicate with Mars converse with spiritsA
To report the behaviour of the sea monsterD
Describe the horoscope haruspicate or scryD
Observe disease in signatures evokeH
Biography from the wrinkles of the palmY
And tragedy from fingers release omensA
By sortilege or tea leaves riddle the inevitableO
With playing cards fiddle with pentagramsA
Or barbituric acids or dissectC
The recurrent image into pre conscious terrorsA
To explore the womb or tomb or dreams all these are usualO
Pastimes and drugs and features of the pressA
And always will be some of them especiallyV
When there is distress of nations and perplexityV
Whether on the shores of Asia or in the Edgware RoadC
Men's curiosity searches past and futureD
And clings to that dimension But to apprehendC
The point of intersection of the timelessA
With time is an occupation for the saintC
No occupation either but something givenG
And taken in a lifetime's death in loveV
Ardour and selflessness and self surrenderD
For most of us there is only the unattendedC
Moment the moment in and out of timeP
The distraction fit lost in a shaft of sunlightC
The wild thyme unseen or the winter lightningH
Or the waterfall or music heard so deeplyV
That it is not heard at all but you are the musicH
While the music lasts These are only hints and guessesA
Hints followed by guesses and the restC
Is prayer observance discipline thought and actionG
The hint half guessed the gift half understood is IncarnationG
Here the impossible unionG
Of spheres of existence is actualO
Here the past and futureD
Are conquered and reconciledC
Where action were otherwise movementC
Of that which is only movedC
And has in it no source of movementC
Driven by d monic chthonicH
Powers And right action is freedomZ
From past and future alsoA
For most of us this is the aimA2
Never here to be realisedC
Who are only undefeatedC
Because we have gone on tryingH
We content at the lastC
If our temporal reversion nourishB2
Not too far from the yew treeV
The life of significant soilO

T. S. Eliot



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