331st Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 331st Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.
Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
This poem is from T.S. Eliot:
Silence
Along the city streets, It is still high tide, Yet the garrulous waves of life Shrink and divide With a thousand incidents Vexed and debated:— This is the hour for which we waited—
This is the ultimate hour When life is justified. The seas of experience That were so broad and deep, So immediate and steep, Are suddenly still. You may say what you will, At such peace I am terrified. There is nothing else beside.
What do you think?