When Alan Jacobs reached "Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden."
I had a strong feeling that I've been through this scenario before.As if he read those words for me before...when? I don't know in some distant past...
As for the rest of the poem: "My words echo Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves I do not know."
I was saying it with him in my heart for I knew its content all along...
I had no idea what was happening,It was strange experience but very pleasant :)
'Burnt Norton', T S Eliot
Posted - Oct 20 2011 : 3:16:17 PM
