La poesia non e` morta

Ringrazio la mia amica Eleonora che mi ha inviato questo brano di TS.Eliot ...


(...)
I said to my soul be still and let the darkness come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in theatre,
the lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
(...)
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

T. S Eliot