Continuing our coverage of the question how many poets it takes to change a light bulb. This week: T.S. Eliot (with the help of Ezra Pound) gives you a bit of Ash Wednesday on Holy Tuesday..
ELIOT: Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn…
Seriously, my wrist is cramping.
POUND: Maybe drop that last line, Tom.