Sunday Poetry
In memory of my mother on her birthday.EAST COKER(No. 2 of ‘Four Quartets’)excerpted from Part V.by T.S. Eliot Home is where one starts from. As we grow olderThe world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicatedOf dead and living. Not the intense momentIsolated, with no before and after,But a lifetime burning in every momentAnd not the … Read more