"The engraver beetle waits in its iron cage.
You walk, you sleep, you eat. You do a lot
Of other things, too, as the netherworld
Is propped up on stilts above you. Orange
Daylight vanishes without a trace. It’s more
Than you thought it would be, here, in the
Hooded mesmerization of our sunny mornings.
If there is a well, then go to it. If there is not,
Then I’m sorry for what I did not say. Life
Is a string of kindnesses with some other
Beads attached. Pick one of the big ones,
Hold it, polish it like you would a favorite
Bug. The last thing anyone wants is to make
You responsible for the joy that comes on us
Like a sudden plague of fevers in between
The afternoons of fires and the lightening sky."
Noelle Kocot, “Poem for Joshua”
T.S ELIOT, being awesome like it’s no big deal.
along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Hanging despondently at area gates
—T.S. Eliot, Poetry, September 1916
T. S. Eliot outside the Faber premises, 24 Russell Square
Grains of sand magnified 250x actual size