Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Chipstead Downs

A Hundred Indecisions

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;       
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;       
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

T.S Eliot (The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock)

Mayfield Lavender