Sunday, June 29, 2003

Source: How to Save the World; 6/29/2003; 1:31:20 PM EXILE. The silent sister veiled in white and blue Between the yews, behind the garden god, Whose flute is breathless, bent her head and signed but spoke no word But the fountain sprang up and the bird sang down Redeem the time, redeem the dream The token of the word unheard, unspoken Till the wind shake a thousand whispers from the yew And after this our exile T.S. Eliot,  Ash-Wednesday [How to Save the World] 1:50:28 PM    trackback []     Articulate []