When the short day is brightest, with forest and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart's beat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon.


Four Quartets: Little Gidding, 1942


When the short day is brightest, with forest and fire, The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches, In windless cold that is the heart's beat,...

When the short day is brightest, with forest and fire, The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches, In windless cold that is the heart's beat,...

When the short day is brightest, with forest and fire, The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches, In windless cold that is the heart's beat,...

When the short day is brightest, with forest and fire, The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches, In windless cold that is the heart's beat,...