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Poetry: T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets - Quartet No. 4: "Little Gidding" performed by Ralph Fiennes

"Little Gidding" is the fourth and final poem of T. S. Eliot's Four Quartets, a series of poems that discuss time, perspective, humanity, and salvation. It was first published in September 1942 after being delayed for over a year because of the air-raids on Great Britain during World War II and Eliot's declining health. The title refers to a small Anglican community in Little Gidding in Huntingdonshire, established by Nicholas Ferrar in the 17th century and scattered during the English Civil War. Quartet No. 1: Burnt Norton:    • Poetry: T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets - ...   Quartet No. 2: East Coker:    • Poetry: T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets - ...   Quartet No. 3: The Dry Salvages:    • Poetry: T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets - ...   Quartet No. 4: Little Gidding http://www.davidgorman.com/4quartets/ Ralph Fiennes:    • Poetry: T.S. Eliot's Four Quartets - ...   ____________________________________________________________________________ Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot Little Gidding: Quartet No. 4 I. Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire, The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches, In windless cold that is the heart's heat, Reflecting in a watery mirror A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon. And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier, Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing The soul's sap quivers. There is no earth smell Or smell of living thing. This is the spring time But not in time's covenant. Now the hedgerow Is blanched for an hour with transitory blossom Of snow, a bloom more sudden Than that of summer, neither budding nor fading, Not in the scheme of generation. Where is the summer, the unimaginable Zero summer? ... ... ... Source: Four Quartets read by Ralph Fiennes, 2009 ☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ DISCLAIMER: This is a non-monetized channel. Absolutely no copyright infringement intended. I created/edited this video for entertainment/educational purpose only. I do not own nor claim to own anything in this video. The videos/audios/photos are property of their rightful owners. All credit goes to the owners of all the materials used in this video. * ৳৸ᵃᵑᵏ Ꮍ৹੫ᵎ * #poetry #poem #actorsreadingpoetry

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