'Burnt Norton'

Burnt Norton (above) is a country house in the Cotswolds in Gloucestershire. Nowadays people like to get married there, but back in the 1930's, T.S. Eliot visited it frequently and the house and its rose garden evoked in him a nostalgia for Britain’s faded splendor and more besides... The ghosts and sounds of children playing that he sensed in the strange mix of past-in-the-present-and-future can still be felt in such places. The poem is from 1935 and it echoes lines in Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken (1916). Burnt Norton is my favorite Eliot poem:

Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.

Eliot is buried in St. Michael’s Church (shown above) in East Coker, near Yeovil in Somerset, from where one of his ancestors had emigrated to Massachusetts in the 17th century. The town gave its name to the second of the Four Quartets. The third and fourth poems are The Dry Salvages and Little Gidding.

The Four Quartets are my favorite poems and I share the view that there are exquisite correspondences: Burnt Norton (autumn/air), East Coker (summer/earth), The Dry Salvages (spring/water), Little Gidding (winter/fire).

And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

Reminds me of The Cure's Bloodflowers lyrics -

"This world always stops," I said
"This wonder always leaves
The time always comes to say goodbye
This tide always turns," I said
"This night always falls again
And these flowers will always die"