Saturday, January 4, 2020

Burnt Norton

What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.

–T.S. Eliot, thought by some scholars to be a reflection on his relationship with Emily Hale.

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