T.S. Eliot died over 50 years ago now. His legacy remains profound and his poetry moves me deeply.
In August 2016 I had the privilege of visiting his final resting place, East Coker.
I listen to the peerless Little Gidding at least once a quarter, sometimes more often, and almost every line entrances, as if peering through a veil at something once known, but half-forgotten because not looked-for.