![]() ![]() In whose blent air all our compulsions meet What this accoutred frowsty barn is worth This special shell? For though I've no idea ![]() Through suburb scrub because it held unspiltĪnd death and thoughts of these-for which was built ![]() “Bored uninformed knowing the ghostly siltĭispersed yet tending to this cross of ground Often it’s stated baldly that this is not a religious poem, or is used to describe the increase of secularisation in Western countries, but the final verses remain ambiguous to me, as if the need - as we have seen in Paris recently - for some kind of communal space, whether it’s linked to religion or culture remains a keep aspect of what it is to be human. A little obvious perhaps, it’s certainly one of the most famous poems written in English, well-known to any school or university literature student, but it’s still one of the most beautiful, especially in this reading. ![]()
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