T.S. Elliot's poem from the first quartet of Burnt Norton SCREAMS originality to me. I think the fact that T.S. explores how the time throughout our life time (whether that be past/present/future) all coincide is something I have never really read on a sheet of paper before. I think it's extremely beautiful that he captured the chaotic nature of time into something so small and introspective.
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