You must not shut the night inside you,
But endlessly in light the dark immerse.
A tiny lamp has gone out in my tent –
I bless the flame that warms the universe.
This is an extract from a longer poem by T.S Elliot, who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1948. It reflects on the optimism
I know it hurt you; It hurt me too, But now that you’re gone All I know is I miss you. You were there for
Heaven has received another angel, The night sky another star. Your life has become a loving memory. I know you will never be far. I
My mother seems so far away from me On that beautiful white shore across the sea. Yet I remember love’s soft glow upon her face
