Little Gidding, IV
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andydasyaandyCommunity member
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The dove descending breaks the air With flame of incandescent terror. A beautiful poem by T.S. Elliot.

Little Gidding, IV

T.S. Eliot

The dove descending breaks the air

With flame of incandescent terror

Of which the tongues declare

The one discharge from sin and error.

The only hope, or else despair

Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre --

To be redeemed from fire by fire.

Who then devised the torment? Love.

Love is the unfamiliar Name

Behind the hands that wove

The intolerable shirt of flame

Which human power cannot remove.

We only live, only suspire

Consumed by either fire or fire.

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