at the still point of the turning world

Here is Part IV of  “Burnt Norton,” the first poem in T.S.Eliot’s masterpiece Four Quartets:

IV

Time and the bell have buried the day,

the black cloud carries the sun away.

Will the sunflower turn to us,

will the clematis

Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray

Clutch and cling?

Chill

Fingers of yew be curled

Down on us? After the kingfisher’s wing

Has answered light to light, and is silent, the light is still

At the still point of the turning world

 

 

TS Eliot   Four Quartets   Burnt Norton

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