"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.
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."
-t.s. eliot, four quartets
disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
i do not know."
-t.s. eliot, four quartets
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