CHORUSES OF “THE ROCK”
[A poem by T.S. Eliot.]
The rivers fows, the seasons turn,
The sparrow and starling have no time to waste.
If men do not build
How shall they live?
When the field is tilled
And the wheat is bread
They shall not die in a shortened bed
And a narrow sheet. In this street
There is no beginning, no movement, no peace and no end
But noise without speech, food without taste.
Without delay, without haste
We would build the beginning and the end of the street.
We build the meaning:
A church for all
And a job for each
Each man to his work.
[This is one chorus of many.]
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