Ash Wednesday T.s. Eliot Turn Again Allusion

Today is Ash Wednesday and although I did not want to provide a reading of a long verse form for some fourth dimension, I thought not posting on T.S. Eliot'sAsh Wednesday(1930) would be a lost opportunity. Below is a Dantean reading of Eliot'south verse form. The wonder of Eliot'southward poetry (like most great poetry) is that information technology can lead yous anywhere. So read this postal service and take from it what you volition but accept a suspension before reading the poem. Grab a coffee, lookout man Downton Abbey, but try to read the verse form without me in your head. I'd beloved to hear any interpretations. Enjoy.

For Eliot, Dante was more than a poetic master who had achieved the heights of poetry. Equally Eliot struggled through life literally searching for perfection, he rediscovered Dante, finding in his poetry not merely a poetics but also a way of life. Now, I don't solely mean in regards to organized religion, in fact I am hardly concerned with organized religion at all. Eliot himself had written in that 'It is wrong to retrieve that at that place are parts of theDivine Comedywhich are of involvement only to Catholics' and in his address 'What Dante Means to Me' (1950)—later on his religious conversion—he stated, 'to call [Dante] a "religious poet" would be to allay his universality.' Eliot looked to Dante because Dante had succeeded in attaining the closest thing a poet could to poetical perfection, and he had done it regardless of the social and personal complexities of life. Eliot, initially absorbed past Dante'south poetics, would come to abound engrossed by the human being as their respective lives began to mirror ane another to the extent that the modern and the medieval can.

Although Eliot's early on poetry uses many religious themes and motifs, it is not until 1925 that his poetry begins to convey whatsoever sort of leaning toward asingledogma. In fact, Eliot had regarded Buddhism as perhaps the most compelling form of spiritualism at the time ofThe Waste Country. Given these early, protean views, readers ascension out ofThe Waste Country and moving straight intoAsh Wednesday will experience one of poetry's almost difficult transitions in regards to philosophical positioning; however ambivalence may exist what Eliot is attempting to convey, as it is his conventionalities that the highest stage possible for the civilized man 'is to unite the profoundest skepticism with the deepest faith.'

In 1925—2 years prior to his conversion and the subsequent writing of what is now part Ii ofAsh Wednesday—Eliot had begun to reassess his studies of Dante. Sometime between 1926 and 1929 (the twelvemonth Eliot published his near substantial work on Dante), he would come up to parallel his beliefs most fundamentally with those of Dante'due south. It is likely that—on some level—Dante influenced Eliot's religious conversion. Despite its religious leanings,Ash Wed—equally Eliot says of Dante'southParadiso—is non didactic. The religious, Dantean themes inAsh Wednesday take been thoroughly excavated past scholars, as the allusions are relatively more palpable than they are in his other verse. However, what is nigh important is that inAsh Wednesday Eliot searches for (and seems to gain) a particular balls that his poetrycan span the gap betwixt the 'low-dream' of the modern world and the 'high-dream' of Dante'south vision.Ash Midweek marks Eliot's personal-poetic search for the ability to materialize the Word Incarnate with the written give-and-take.

Eliot's view that 'all faith should be seasoned with a skillful sauce of skepticism' is what makes the kickoff line ofAsh Wednesday and the position of the speaker's philosophy throughout and so hard to fully ascertain. Eliot institutes several disjunctive techniques as a type of objective correlative that sustains the vacillating nature of the speaker's mind. These are the overlay of space and identify, a lack of linearity, and ambiguous lexicon or multiple entendre. The 'turn' in the opening line ofAsh Midweek denotes the linchpin around which the whole verse form rotates: ambiguity. The turn will come to signify the turning toward God, the expect to a secular past, glimpses toward the futurity and many other possibilities. Most chiefly, the turn is the repetitious but non-retrogressive motility from the agile will to the wistful mind.

Part I portrays the struggle betwixt the individual's will and intellect, collating the two pressing skepticisms inside its ambiguity. That Eliot beginsAsh Wednesday with an almost direct translation of Calvacanti followed by an nearly direct quote from Shakespeare, marks Eliot'south commencement skepticism. The 'gift' Eliot desires to be gifted with is poetry that can transcend to heaven. Through the rewriting of text, Eliot tries to attain 'a conception of poesy as a living whole of all the poesy that has ever been written.' The word of the poet and the transcendent Give-and-take are wholly deliberated upon in both the fourth poem, in which the pure poetic imagination is considered, and the 5th poem, where the poet's adequacy in the expression of reality is questioned. This questioning of his poetic transcendence is most explicitly present in his humility at the gate of Purgatory in the 3rd poem: 'Lord, I am not worthy / Lord, I am not worthy / only speak the word only.'

The passage through the gate of Purgatory will mark the full religious conversion and it is figured within a poem that is an exodus more fully realized thanThe Waste Land; the exodus hither is one of necessary, willful expiation, as for Eliot the ascetic manner of penance is the means to the way of grace. The will (which wavered in the opening poem) is strengthened in the concluding two lines, representing not the altered give-and-take of some poet merely rather the pure speech of transcendence through the voice of the Churches invocation of Mary:'Pray for us sinners now and at the 60 minutes of our expiry.'The death is the spiritual death leading to baptismal rebirth that Eliot had feared ('Why should the aged hawkeye stretch its wings?') out the outset.

The 2d poem ofAsh Wednesday was originally titled 'Salutation', referring to the showtime time Beatrice greets Dante inLaVita NuovaIii: 'with a salutation of such virtue that I thought then to come across the world of blessedness.' InLa Vita Nuova, Dante struggles twice with the desire of theconcrete; first with Beatrice and later with a mysterious lady to whom he is attracted. It is possible that Eliot's renunciation of the 'blessèd face' is in fact thephysical face up, which Dante renounced in order to attain conservancy, and non a turning from the spiritual face. The 'three white leopards,' might be read as a positive inverse of the leopard of animalism of Dante'sInferno, representing a trigger-happy though willful expiation of lust. After the leopards have 'fed to satiety on my centre my liver and that which had been contained / In the hollow round of my skull,' the left over bones 'shine with brightness' because of the virtuousness of the Lady. The now pure essence of the speaker—the  'I who am'—is able to 'Proffer [his] deeds to oblivion' and his 'dearest / To the posterity of the desert,' which is at once in 'The desert in the garden [and] the garden in the desert' brought about past Mary, 'The single Rose' who is at present 'the Garden / Where all loves stop.'

In Part Iii, the speaker has awoken from the dream of contemplation at the violet 60 minutes and come face-to-face with three stairs of the active will. The progression of the winding staircase holds in the residual the presence of a metaphysical verse within the modern world. 'The broadbacked figure drest in blue and light-green' who enchants 'the maytime with an antique flute' is non only a await dorsum to secular desires— figured here in pagan imagery—which once enchanted the eye, but, if information technology is succumbed to would affirm that modern verse is simply capable of the 'low-dream.' For this reason the look back to the pagan imagery on the third stair can only be glimpsed through a 'slotted window bellied like a fig'southward fruit' (109); the vision is impeded upon by the narrowed window of secularism because both the volition and the intellect are torn between the secular wor(l)d and the Wor(l)d of God. Equally Eliot climbs the third stair, having gathered the 'force across hope and despair,' he is able to humbly admit that he can 'speak the word simply'. After this admission, he is able to re-experience for himself the vision of God'southward Word that he had only evinced through Ezekiel beneath the juniper tree, and he recapitulates the experience through the corking mediator of the Word (Dante) who Eliot considered to take the gift of incarnation.

While walking 'between the violet and the violet' in a garden where the 'fiddles and the flutes' of the heathen scene have been 'deport[ed] away', Eliot is able toinitiate his transcendence. His memories of the previous years are restored through a 'bright of cloud tears' and he subsequently will be able to write 'With a new verse the aboriginal rhyme' in order to 'Redeem / The unread vision in the higher dream.' Then the Lady, Give-and-take of no speech communication, 'signed just spoke no word.' Logos is witnessed merely it is even so mediated through an Other.

However, he does non experience the transcendental movement into the all the same indicate of Incarnation. He is notwithstanding enlightened of the 'the empty forms' of the secular world and also that through the process of retentivity he may renew the 'salt enjoy of the sandy world.' In this moment, when face-to-face with a carnal past, 'the weak spirit quickens to rebel.' It is not until the crucial moment when he '[spits] from the mouth the withered apple-seed' thereby purging himself of humanity's first failure that he can attempt to achieve Logos on a personal and intellectual level.

Here'south the verse form.

Ash Wednesday

I

Considering I practise not hope to turn again
Because I do not promise
Because I do not promise to plow
Desiring this man'southward gift and that man's scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?

Because I exercise not hope to know once more
The infirm celebrity of the positive 60 minutes
Because I practice not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
In that location, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nix once again

Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is bodily is bodily only for once
And only for one identify
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessed face up
And renounce the vocalism
Because I cannot promise to plow again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice

And pray to God to have mercy upon us
And pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I exercise not hope to plough again
Let these words respond
For what is done, not to be washed again
May the judgement not be as well heavy upon usa

Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But simply vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly minor and dry out
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still.

Pray for u.s.a. sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.

Ii

Lady, three white leopards sat nether a juniper-tree
In the cool of the mean solar day, having fed to satiety
On my legs my heart my liver and that which had been contained
In the hollow round of my skull. And God said
Shall these bones live? shall these
Basic live? And that which had been independent
In the basic (which were already dry) said chirping:
Considering of the goodness of this Lady
And because of her loveliness, and because
She honours the Virgin in meditation,
We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled
Proposition my deeds to oblivion, and my love
To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
It is this which recovers
My guts the strings of my eyes and the indigestible portions
Which the leopards reject. The Lady is withdrawn
In a white gown, to contemplation, in a white gown.
Let the whiteness of bones absolve to forgetfulness.
There is no life in them. Equally I am forgotten
And would be forgotten, so I would forget
Thus devoted, concentrated in purpose. And God said
Prophesy to the wind, to the wind just for merely
The wind will listen. And the bones sang chirping
With the brunt of the grasshopper, maxim

Lady of silences
At-home and distressed
Torn and most whole
Rose of memory
Rose of forgetfulness
Exhausted and life-giving
Worried reposeful
The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves terminate
Terminate torment
Of honey unsatisfied
The greater torment
Of honey satisfied
End of the countless
Journey to no cease
Conclusion of all that
Is inconclusible
Speech without word and
Discussion of no spoken communication
Grace to the Female parent
For the Garden
Where all love ends.

Under a juniper-tree the basic sang, scattered and shining
We are glad to be scattered, nosotros did piddling good to each other,
Nether a tree in the cool of the day, with the approval of sand,
Forgetting themselves and each other, united
In the serenity of the desert. This is the state which ye
Shall separate past lot. And neither division nor unity
Matters. This is the land. We have our inheritance.

III

At the beginning turning of the 2nd stair
I turned and saw below
The same shape twisted on the banister
Under the vapour in the fetid air
Struggling with the devil of the stairs who wears
The deceitul confront of promise and of despair.

At the second turning of the second stair
I left them twisting, turning below;
There were no more faces and the stair was nighttime,
Damp, jagged, similar an former man's mouth drivelling, beyond repair,
Or the toothed gullet of an anile shark.

At the first turning of the third stair
Was a slotted window bellied like the figs's fruit
And across the hawthorn flower and a pasture scene
The broadbacked effigy drest in blue and greenish
Enchanted the maytime with an antique flute.
Blown hair is sweet, brown hair over the oral cavity diddled,
Lilac and brown pilus;
Distraction, music of the flute, stops and steps of the mind over the third stair,
Fading, fading; strength beyond hope and despair
Climbing the third stair.

Lord, I am non worthy
Lord, I am not worthy
but speak the word just.

Iv

Who walked between the violet and the violet
Who walked between
The various ranks of varied green
Going in white and blue, in Mary'south colour,
Talking of trivial things
In ignorance and cognition of eternal dolour
Who moved amongst the others every bit they walked,
Who and then made stiff the fountains and made fresh the springs

Made cool the dry out rock and made firm the sand
In bluish of larkspur, blueish of Mary's colour,
Sovegna vos

Here are the years that walk between, bearing
Away the fiddles and the flutes, restoring
1 who moves in the time between sleep and waking, wearing

White light folded, capsule virtually her, folded.
The new years walk, restoring
Through a vivid cloud of tears, the years, restoring
With a new poesy the aboriginal rhyme. Redeem
The time. Redeem
The unread vision in the college dream
While jewelled unicorns draw by the gilt hearse.

The silent sis veiled in white and blue
Between the yews, backside the garden god,
Whose flute is breathless, bent her head and signed but spoke no word

But the fountain sprang upwards and the bird sang downwards
Redeem the time, redeem the dream
The token of the give-and-take unheard, unspoken

Till the wind shake a g whispers from the yew

And after this our exile

V

If the lost give-and-take is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Give-and-take within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
Most the heart of the silent Word.

O my people, what have I done unto thee.

Where shall the word be found, where will the word
Resound? Non here, in that location is not enough silence
Not on the body of water or on the islands, non
On the mainland, in the desert or the rain land,
For those who walk in darkness
Both in the day time and in the night time
The right fourth dimension and the right place are not here
No identify of grace for those who avoid the confront
No time to rejoice for those who walk amidst dissonance and deny the voice

Will the veiled sister pray for
Those who walk in darkness, who chose thee and oppose thee,
Those who are torn on the horn between flavour and season, time and time, betwixt
Hr and hour, word and word, ability and power, those who wait
In darkness? Will the veiled sis pray
For children at the gate
Who will not get away and cannot pray:
Pray for those who chose and oppose

O my people, what have I done unto thee.

Will the veiled sis between the slender
Yew trees pray for those who offend her
And are terrified and cannot surrender
And affirm before the earth and deny betwixt the rocks
In the last desert before the last blueish rocks
The desert in the garden the garden in the desert
Of drouth, spitting from the mouth the withered apple-seed.

O my people.

6

Although I practise non hope to turn once again
Although I do non hope
Although I do not hope to turn

Wavering between the profit and the loss
In this brief transit where the dreams cross
The dreamcrossed twilight between nascency and dying
(Bless me father) though I do not wish to wish these things
From the wide window towards the granite shore
The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying
Unbroken wings

And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices
In the lost lilac and the lost sea voices
And the weak spirit quickens to rebel
For the bent gold-rod and the lost sea smell
Quickens to recover
The cry of quail and the whirling plover
And the blind eye creates
The empty forms between the ivory gates
And odor renews the salt relish of the sandy earth This is the time of tension between dying and birth The place of solitude where three dreams cantankerous Between blue rocks But when the voices shaken from the yew-tree drift away Let the other yew be shaken and answer.

Blest sister, holy female parent, spirit of the fountain, spirit of the garden,
Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood
Teach u.s.a. to intendance and not to intendance
Teach us to sit still
Even among these rocks,
Our peace in His will
And fifty-fifty amongst these rocks
Sister, mother
And spirit of the river, spirit of the body of water,
Suffer me not to exist separated

And let my weep come unto Thee.

Ash-Wednesday, fromCollected Poems 1909-1962 by T Due south Eliot, © T S Eliot 1963, Faber & Faber Limited

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