"The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed."
From The Fire Sermon - The Waste Land
by T.S. Eliot(© 2006 timothy atherton)
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Consumed by Fire
Posted by tim atherton at 5:40 p.m.