The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven,
The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit.
O perpetual revolution of configured stars,
O perpetual recurrence of determined seasons,
O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying!
The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to God.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of heaven in twenty centuries
Brings us farther from God and nearer to the Dust.
from: The Rock by T. S. Eliot (1934)
2 thoughts on “But Not of Stillness”
Great poem to start my day. Thanks. Also, I think I’m in love with your Google Reader thingy on your sidebar. What a perfect way to share interesting posts…I may have to steal the idea…if’n it is ok with you.
Steal away, but it isn’t my idea. Google Reader has the function “built in” with a few tweaks to your template.