The Age of Anxiety (excerpt) - W.H. Auden
We would rather be ruined
than changed
We would rather die
in our dread
than climb the cross
of the moment
and let our illusions
die
Wait Without Hope - T.S. Eliot (For Holy Saturday)
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 for 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.
