Two weeks ago, in Somerset I made a visit to East Coker, the village where T.S.Eliot’s ashes are buried, and the title for the second of his Four Quartets. The church has a small display (see photo above) in a corner next to the memorial plaque for the poet and his second wife Valerie. Eliot … Continue reading ‘The dancers are all gone under the hill’
‘The dancers are all gone under the hill’
