Thou Hast Nor Youth Nor Age I cannot bend this chord, I cannot frame the sunlight into a more succinct sound; and this is what I found, that certain things of the earth must be taken as they come from this ground we all walk. We all rose up, you know, all things pure, all forthcoming, all must rise from the ground, and this is what I found, or meant, that all of us of earth will catapult through air, sizzling through the firmament. And we can pound and pound the songs forthcoming, beat with fists and bone and flesh, pound and pound the planetŐs simple song, but never will we bend the chord that is our fate, those of us who, once flying, must now learn to burrow into the ground. Pound and pound, then run this song from town to sound of water, water, pound and pound and pound, throughout the simple town, round and round, and this is what, at last, is right there to be found . . . that our very souls -- the very end, the very beginning -- are round and round and round. Ward Kelley According to T. S. Eliot's instructions, his tomb was engraved with the phrase, "in the beginning is my end, in the end is my beginning." The title of the above poem was taken from the dedication to his poem "Gerontion." Back to the Astrophysicist's Tango Partner Speaks