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497

Т. С. Элиот. Избранная поэзия. Пер. С. Степанова. СПб.: Северо–Запад. 1994. С. 69.

В оригинале:

Trying to learn to use words, and every attempt

Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure

Because one has only learnt to get the better of words

For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which

One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture

Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate

With shabby equipment always deteriorating

In the general mess of imprecision of feeling…