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   1. Trying to use words, and every attempt
   2. Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
   3. Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
   4. For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
   5. One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
   6. Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate
   7. With shabby equipment always deteriorating
   8. In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
   9. Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer
   10. By strength and submission, has already been discovered
   11. Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
   12. To emulate—but there is no competition—
   13. There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
   14. And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
   15. That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
   16. For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
   17. Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
   18. The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
   19. Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
   20. Isolated, with no before and after,
   21. But a lifetime burning in every moment
   22. And not the lifetime of one man only
   23. But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
   24. There is a time for the evening under starlight,
   25. A time for the evening under lamplight
   26. (The evening with the photograph album).
   27. Love is most nearly itself
   28. When here and now cease to matter.
   29. Old men ought to be explorers
   30. Here or there does not matter
   31. We must be still and still moving
   32. Into another intensity
   33. For a further union, a deeper communion
   34. Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
   35. The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
   36. Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
    

   tags:  language  poetry  love  home 

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