"And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium."
--"Rhapsody on a Windy Night," T. S. Eliot.
I have a love/hate relationship with Mr. Eliot. I love him for creating some of the most beautiful and most beautifully crafted poems of the 20th century. I hate him for peppering them with so many dense literary references that they sometimes make me feel like a abashed undergraduate who didn't do this week's readings. (STILL! In my fifth year of graduate studies!)