T. S. Eliot
- Ash Wednesday (lines 34-43)
Let these words answer. For what is done, not to be done again. May the judgment not be too heavy upon us. Because these wings are no longer wings to fly, but merely fans to beat the air. The air which is now thoroughly small and dry. Smaller and dryer than the will. Teach us to care and not to care. Teach us to sit still.
