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    T. S. Eliot - Empty Silences - Richard Armitage


    by poetictouch

    Richard Armitage reads T. S. Eliot's Empty Silences

    Empty Silences
    by T. S. Eliot (1888-1965)

    Along the city streets
    It is still high tide,
    Yet the garrulous waves of life
    Shrink and divide
    With a thousand incidents
    Vexed and debated -
    This is the hour for which we waited -

    This is the ultimate hour
    When life is justified.
    The seas of experience
    That were so broad and deep,
    So immediate and steep,
    Are suddenly still.
    You may say what you will,
    At such peace I am terrified.
    There is nothing else beside.