The day prodigious leaves its problems for the night,
And within the darkness we are so poorly covered.
The mind may decide—there’s little to do but wait,
And so waiting, exhausted, we’ll come to the light?
We may be thankful for all we can fabricate
From the insides of ourselves and from all the stuff
Lying about us. In advance we prepare our tombs
With symbols of our strength or craftiness, our good taste?
And yet—we can laugh—none of the pillows feel right.
And shouldn’t there be someone soft or firm or warm
To squeeze? Why must this singularity, owl-like,
Fasten on every shadow weaker than its sight?
Wait without hope or love or thought, Eliot told himself.
I can see so many such books on my bedroom shelves.
Text and drawing-painting by William Eaton
∩ T.S. Eliot from “East Coker,” of the Four Quartets
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing: there is yet faith
But faith and love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Now available from Amazon: Art, Sex, Politics
In a new, provocative collection of essays, William Eaton, the author of Surviving the Twenty-First Century, shares the pleasures of questions, tastes, reading and more visual arts. “That we are animals, that is as sure as ever. How savagely we behave! And how affectionately rub up against one another. How, desperately, make love?”
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