I usually have an annual reading of this poem, but with my grandfather dying1, Riemannian geometry, and Tartuffe this evening2, I didn't quite get that together.this year. But I've made it up to you all:
Ash Wednesday
T. S. Eliot
I
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man's gift and that
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