Ash Wednesday by T.S. Eliot

 Listen to Eliot read, or rather chant or intone Ash Wednesday here.

I append a few passages from the long (still copyrighted) poem.

Because I do not hope
Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)
 
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still.

V

If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word.
O my people, what have I done unto thee.
Where shall the word be found, where will the word
Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence
Not on the sea or on the islands, not
On the mainland, in the desert or the rain land,
For those who walk in darkness
Both in the day time and in the night time
The right time and the right place are not here
No place of grace for those who avoid the face
No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the voice

O my people, what have I done unto thee.

O my people.

VI

 Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood.

Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still
Even among these rocks,
Our peace in His will