Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow

Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.

We shall not cease from exploration

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice.

When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.

If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent If the unheard, unspoken Word is unspoken, unheard; Still is the spoken word, the Word unheard, The Word without a word, the Word within The world and for the world; And the light shone in the darkness and Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled About the center of the silent Word. Oh my people, what have I done unto thee. Where shall the word be found, where shall the word Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow