Poetry // T.S. Eliot

It's the first week of Lent so I will stick with the theme of confession…I DON”T GET IT!

Poetry, at least the little of it I have read, baffles me. I read but I don’t often really get the point. Maybe that’s the point some times but that makes it really hard for me to get into.

We had a book of Poetry by famous poet T.S. Eliot laying around. I decided I needed to broaden my reading scope so I picked it up. It’s a collection with his famous poem The Waste Land and a bunch of his other work (buy on Amazon). Now I enjoyed bits and pieces, but like I said, for the most part I didn’t get it.

It reminds me a bit of the parables of Jesus.

They are often a bit cryptic, they make you think, they engage your imagination. And this is much of their point. They don’t want to make a clear cut statement, they want to lead you to imagine the beauty and challenge that is between the lines, that is in the middle of the letters and words… a parable leads you into a prophetic imagination of how God created you to live, breath, and interact with the world. Maybe poetry, at it best has a similar purpose. To engage your imagination and stir you to think things you wouldn’t have thought otherwise. And lead you in a way that doesn’t give you the answer but rather helps you to find it yourself.

Or maybe they are just cryptic ramblings... poems that is, not parables.

With all that said, I bought another book of poems. I was talking with my friend Brandon Heath at the coffee shop a while back and he recommend a book of poetry by author Billy Collins entitle, Sailing Alone Around the Room. Last night I saw it Barnes and Noble and picked it up. I’ll let you know how it goes.

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A poem fitting for LENT (maybe) By T.S. Eliot

The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven, The Hunter with his dogs pursues the circuit. O perpetual revolution of configured stars, I perpetual recurrence of determined seasons, O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying! The endless cycle of idea and action, Endless invention, endless experiment, Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word. All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance, All our ignorance brings us nearer to death, But nearer to death no nearer to God. Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information? The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries Bring us farther from God and nearer to Dust.