Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Time Present and Time Past...

A friend sent me a note this week about the five year anniversary of the passing of her son, who was her only child. Apart from her obvious sense of sadness and loss, it reminded me of how quickly time seems to go by at my age (now 61 I am...).   It also reminded me of the first part of the first quartet of a four part poem by TS Elliot...

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.  My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
         But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.