"After Such Knowledge, What Forgiveness?": T.S. Eliot's Search for Salvation
This is the way the world ends; Not with a bang but a whimper.
Out of the deep have I called unto thee, O Lord: Lord, hear my voice.
April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers.
Thomas Stearns Eliot was born in St. Louis, Missouri, in 1888, the last of seven children in a transplanted Bostonian/English immigrant family. Among his esteemed ancestors were a missionary preacher, a Harvard University president, and the founder/chancellor of Washington University. His father ...