Daily Archives: Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Well, now I think I’m beginning to know what mother meant…

…when she would quote this portion of a poem to me on numerous an occasion…

II

Now that lilacs are in bloom
She has a bowl of lilacs in her room
And twists one in her fingers while she talks.
“Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you who hold it in your hands”;
(slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
“You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at situations which it cannot see.”
I smile, of course,
And go on drinking tea.
“Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all.”


Portrait of a Lady
~T.S. Eliot

As can be read in its entirely at: http://www.bartleby.com/198/2.html