In my beginning is my end




In my beginning is my end. In succession

Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,

Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place

Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass.

Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires,

Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth

Which is already flesh, fur and faeces,

Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.

Houses live and die: there is a time for building

And a time for living and for generation

And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane

And to shake the wainscot where the field-mouse trots

And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto.


– stanza 1~ East Coker Part 2 of T.S. Eliot’s “Four Quartets”

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Image composition, Elder,  created using Mennonite Elder from Flikr  The Commons  and  Chevrolet by Rodolfo Mari  from Unsplash: Forgotten Places .





5 thoughts on “In my beginning is my end

    1. Most welcome Nia. Glad you enjoyed. There is a tango piece, by another performer, that I have been listening to, which will eventually become part of another post. 🙂

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