Footfalls echo in the memory

rose-garden

Here is the beginning of T.S. Eliot’s poem “Burnt Norton:”

Time present and time past

Are both perhaps present in time future

And time future contained in time past.

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.

Other echoes Inhabit the garden.

Shall we follow?

Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,

Round the corner.

Through the first gate,

Into our first world,

shall we follow The deception of the thrush?

Into our first world.

There they were, dignified, invisible,

Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,

In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,

And the bird called,

in response to The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,

And the unseen eyebeam crossed,

for the roses Had the look of flowers that are looked at.

There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.

So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,

Along the empty alley, into the box circle,

To look down into the drained pool.

Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,

And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,

And the lotus rose, quietly, quietly,

The surface glittered out of heart of light,

And they were behind us,

reflected in the pool.

Then a cloud passed,

and the pool was empty.

Go, said the bird,

for the leaves were full of children,

Hidden excitedly, containing laughter

. Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind

Cannot bear very much reality.

Time past and time future

What might have been and what has been

Point to one end, which is always present.

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