Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline. It begins with the narrator walking through a garden and trying to make sense of the process of moving through life. The detail of the pattern is movement,As in the figure of the ten stairs. Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children, Hidden excitedly, containing laughter. He includes the circulation of our lymph in this image, too, and in doing so he suggests that there is a deep connection between the flow of our bodily fluids and the movements of the entire universe. Eructation of unhealthy souls Into the faded air, the torpid Driven on the wind that sweeps the gloomy hills of London, Hampstead and Clerkenwell, Campden and Putney, Highgate, Primrose and Ludgate.
The central discussion within the poem is on the nature of time and salvation. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray Clutch and cling? The Word in the desertIs most attacked by voices of temptation,The crying shadow in the funeral dance,The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera. Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality. Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,The surface glittered out of heart of light,And they were behind us, reflected in the pool. At the still point of the turning world. Quick, said the bird, find them, find them, Round the corner.
But he insists -- and this has immediate bearing on his own intentions -- that 'the use of recurrent themes is as natural to poetry as to music'. My words echo Thus, in your mind. By understanding the nature of time and the order of the universe, mankind is able to recognise God and seek redemption. Many reviewers of Burnt Norton focused on the uniqueness and beauty of the poem. Descend lower, descend only Into the world of perpetual solitude, World not world, but that which is not world, Internal darkness, deprivation And destitution of all property, Desiccation of the world of sense, Evacuation of the world of fancy, Inoperancy of the world of spirit; This is the one way, and the other Is the same, not in movement But abstention from movement; while the world moves In appetency, on its metalled ways Of time past and time future. In other words, the speaker's telling us that everything especially the cycle of life and death is connected to the universe in a meaningful way, and realizing this can allow us to connect with something higher than ourselves.
This point is described as surrounded by flowers and birds; perhaps it can be found in the rose garden of the first section. Lines 54-63 The dance along the artery The circulation of the lymph Are figured in the drift of stars Ascend to summer in the tree We move about the moving tree In light upon the figured leaf And hear upon the sodden floor Below, the boarhound and the boar Pursue their pattern as before But reconciled among the stars. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts, Not that only, but the co-existence, Or say that the end precedes the beginning, And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end. Harding, viewed the poem as being part of a new concept within poetry.
Instead, he displays a mature language consciousness. After that brief fourth movement, we have the fifth and final movement which concludes the poem and resolves the contrasts or contradictions presented in that first movement. These poems are the work of an older, more mature, spiritually attuned poet, facing a world torn by war and increasingly neglectful of the past. This section contains 462 words approx. Yet the enchainment of past and future Woven in the weakness of the changing body, Protects mankind from heaven and damnation Which flesh cannot endure. However, this statement does not intend to devalue memory and temporal existence, which, according to the poem, allow the moments of greatest beauty. The mysterious, lyrical fourth section of the poem focuses upon this fruitless option.
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty. The puzzling rhetorical questions serve to mock the pragmatic proposition that reality is a function of human need. He finds it impossible to say just what he means; as the passage about the incapacity of words goes on to confess almost at once. Only by the form, the pattern, Can words or music reach The stillness, as a Chinese jar still Moves perpetually in its stillness. However, these fragments stayed in my mind, and gradually I saw a poem shaping itself round them: in the end it came out as 'Burnt Norton. Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality. Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting. How ridiculous, then, the sole acceptance of 'the waste sad time Stretching before and after'. The lotus flower has connotations of peace and perfection, of simplicity and non-striving. This remarkable poem, which no one, however well acquainted with Eliot's earlier work, could have foreseen, brings the generalizing style of the author of 'Prufrock' and the austere intuitions of the disciple of Bradley for the first time into intimate harmony. Likewise, many of the lines are fragments that were removed from his earlier works. His meditations on time and being are stated fairly explicitly and can be easily traced in the poem.
He went on to produce other influential poems, such as Ash Wednesday and The Hollow Man, as well as The Wasteland, the poem that many consider his masterpiece. Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,Round the corner. The third section then explores — with a twist — the ideas presented in the first two movements. New York Times Book Review. Will the sunflower turn to us, will the clematis Stray down, bend to us; tendril and spray Clutch and cling? And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered. Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.