other echoes inhabit the garden…

other echoes
inhabit the garden, shall we follow?
quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
round the corner, through the first gate,
into our first world, shall we follow
the deception of the thrush? into our first world.
there they were, dignified, invisible,
moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,
in the autumn heat, through the vibrant air… 

burnt norton,

t s eliot

other echoes inhabit the garden…

through the vibrant air…

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other echoes inhabit the garden…

of the imperfect and primitive beauty of the earth…

it gives us the earth…

of the imperfect and primitive beauty of the earth…

it gives us the earth…