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    T. S. Eliot - A Dedication To My Wife


    by poetictouch

    In the presence of T. S. Eliot's second wife Valerie, Fiona Shaw reads

    A Dedication To My Wife
    by T. S. Eliot (1888-1965)

    To whom I owe the leaping delight
    That quickens my senses in our wakingtime
    And the rhythm that governs the repose of our sleepingtime,
    The breathing in unison

    Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other
    Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
    And babble the same speech without need of meaning.

    No peevish winter wind shall chill
    No sullen tropic sun shall wither
    The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only.

    But this dedication is for others to read:
    These are private words addressed to you in public.