Dave Eva
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’
A month ago I was staying in Chipping Campden, in the Cotswolds. Having read nothing about the village before I went there, I consulted the OS map. A mile to the north were the familiar words ‘Burnt Norton’; the old house that gave its name to the first of T.S.Eliot’s Four Quartets. Eliot visited the … Continue reading ‘Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged’
The Peruvian poet Emilio Adolfo Westphalen, born in 1911, published his first two books in 1933 and 1935. They were highly successful. His next poems appeared after a silence of 45 years. During this time, if asked, he always said “The time is not ripe”. He seems never to have been translated into English, and … Continue reading The time is not ripe
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