Hey - Alf !
Whit ??
Time - is Passing
Time for you and Time for me - when the Sun beats down and I lie on the bench I can always hear them talk
LET us go then, You and I
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes
There will be Time
There will be time
To prepare a face
to meet the faces that you meet
There will be Time
to Murder
and
create
And Time
for all the works and days of hands
That lift and
drop a question on your plate
Time for you and Time for me
And Time
yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions
and revisions
Before the Taking of a Toast and Tea.
TS Elliot dedicatd to the memory of my dear friend Fleet
Whit ??
Time - is Passing
Time for you and Time for me - when the Sun beats down and I lie on the bench I can always hear them talk
LET us go then, You and I
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes
There will be Time
There will be time
To prepare a face
to meet the faces that you meet
There will be Time
to Murder
and
create
And Time
for all the works and days of hands
That lift and
drop a question on your plate
Time for you and Time for me
And Time
yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions
and revisions
Before the Taking of a Toast and Tea.
TS Elliot dedicatd to the memory of my dear friend Fleet
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