Every time I read this, I interpret it differently, but I still love it.
What do you read?
bikes and roses
From Eliot’s Four Quartets
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
If all time is eternally present,
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of
rose-leaves
I do not know.
P n' P 