in Canterbury

Tears by conworth @ deviantart

Here let us stand, close to the cathedral. Here let us wait.
Are we drawn by danger? Is it the knowledge of safety,
That draws our feet
Towards the cathedral? What danger can be
For us, the poor, the poor women of Canterbury? What tribulation
With which we are not already familiar? There is no danger
For us, and there is no safety in the cathedral. Some presage of an act
Which our eyes are compelled to witness, has forced our feet
Towards the cathedral: we are forced to bear witness.

[T. S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral, edited by Nevill Coghill, Faber, London, 1965, p. 23]

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