Happy Easter to you. We have some music from Haydn on our Good Friday audio show, and some thoughts on God in a de-Christianized west from Eva Vlaardingerbroek on our Maundy Thursday TV show.
But, for this bright piping Easter morn (on the East Coast of the Americas), here is a brand new entry to our Mark Steyn Club anthology of video poetry: In today's Sunday Poem, I look at the background of T S Eliot and then read part of the second of his Four Quartets. When he wrote it, it was an oblique meditation at Easter in the context of war - and, as I read it now, it suits the context of Covid:
The whole earth is our hospital
Endowed by the ruined millionaire,
Wherein, if we do well, we shall
Die of the absolute paternal care
That will not leave us, but prevents us everywhere.
To watch my reading of East Coker, prefaced by my introduction, please click here and log-in.
This is our first gentleman poet in awhile. We have spent the year to date with the distaff side, but I thank you for your kind comments thereon. Lee Phelps, one of our Florida Steyn Clubbers, writes:
Thank you Mark for presenting that poem and background. It was surprisingly enjoyable. As you say better than any presidential poetry.
That's an extremely low bar, Lee. Steven Sicotte, a fellow Steyn Clubber from not too far away in Louisiana, adds:
Thank you for these last two poems Mark (and all the ones before). What amazing, talented women.
Mary's observations are as funny as shrewd. I feel sad for her, but at least her mistress allowed her access to the library and her friend valued her poetry enough to have it published, so we get to see her work all these years later.
Again, thanks for sharing these poems with us.
My pleasure, Steven. I'm glad this feature is proving so popular.
If you'd like to catch up on earlier poems in the series, you can find them on our Sunday Poems home page. As with Tales for Our Time and our music specials and The Mark Steyn Show, we're archiving my video poetry in an easy-to-access Netflix-style tile format that we hope makes it the work of moments to prowl around and alight on something that piques your interest of a weekend, whether Kipling, Keats or The Kangaroo.
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