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Burnt Out Norton
The going and the point of departure
Are both perhaps the same as the arrival,
And the arrival a muchness of the departure.
The bike ride is the crux of it
The journey to and from academic.
The road taken is of little consequence
A thing of endless possibilities
A mere matter of choice.
Where might have been and where had been
Faded to the shadow of the riding.
Remembering a trip that we took
Or a road we did not take
Over a wide open moor.
But why recall
The sting of dust from a gravel road
I cannot say.
Come from the ...