We shall know the place where we live
We shall not cease from exploration,
To know the place where we live,
Man listening so intently.
She hears breath,
Then draws a thin book from her pocket,
Held lightly like fine China.
Held it lightly, between brown elegant long fingers,
Ready to read it. But she says some more, first.
“The glass has nearly emptied you better hurry.”
The book she had opened at that page where the poet’s words were written.
‘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.’
Elliot said we must journey:
Yes. Why we must journey? to find out who we are.
The river is still waiting for us;
Flat earth is open beyond;
North sun rise sparkling above sea.
Then my love come, cross the river,
Drowning is not the way, oh how it is the way,
To struggle raw delight – just how we feel it.
What would demand love more!
To the drowning – raise the glass, drink the best.
In doubt, in pain, surface reborn.
Meanwhile the journeyman never need feel old,
Only true loves hardship endured, like matter which may change
But never is destroyed.