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On a warm summer morning,
as the sun is rising over the Midi-Pyrénées, I like to lean on a cushion at my bedroom window and read a poem or two, and think about the words. It sets me up for a day of writing and reflection. Poems don’t always lead me in the direction the poet may have intended. In this poem, Burnt Norton, Eliot refers to places in London, then writes, “. . . Not here the darkness.”
Because I am in south-west France at this moment, waiting for riders in the Tour de France to battle their way to the winning line, Eliot’s words make me think of what France has endured & survived. #poetry #poems #writewell #writelife #tseliot #writersofinstagram #midipyrenees