"And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter."

From T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land"

I've been reading Eliot, after not having read him for a while, on and off for over a month. So many of his words, since I first read him, have been stuck in my head, at different times and for different reasons. The last two lines I quoted come to mind often in the late evenings, especially that last line (obviously). The second to the last line is remembered by me because I agree with the N of that part of the poem.

My poetic inspiration is lower these days due to much busyness as my mind (and inspiration) is being focused on the things that I need to take care of in everyday living. But I wanted to post something after all this time away from blogging.