This morning I re-discovered T.S. Eliot's poem sequence Four Quartets.It's been a favorite of mine since I first read it fifty years ago in college. In fact, when I gave the welcome address at our commencement ( NOT the valedictory!) I spun my speech from its words
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.
Today when I read the whole sequence again, I saw so much that I have missed in it over the years. Maybe I had to be this old to see it.
For now, just look at these lines:
What is the late November doing
With the disturbance of the spring
And creatures of the summer heat,
And snowdrops writhing under feet
And hollyhocks that aim too high
Red into grey and tumble down
Late roses filled with early snow?
Thunder rolled by the rolling stars
Simulates triumphal cars
Deployed in constellated wars
Scorpion fights against the Sun
Until the Sun and Moon go down
Comets weep and Leonids fly
Hunt the heavens and the plains
Whirled in a vortex that shall bring
The world to that destructive fire
Which burns before the ice-cap reigns.
TS Eliot East Coker
It quite describes the sixty and seventy degree days we've been having, which finally have given way to northwest winds and thirty degrees.