ĸࡷTS Eliot——Ҳǽǻ۵ʫɢġдڵڶսڼ䣬ȴ뵱ǧ˿Ƶϵһժ¼“The dove descending breaks the air/With flame of incandescent terror/Of which the tongues declare/The only discharge from sin and error/The only hope, or the despair/Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre–/To be redeemed from fire by fire./Who then devised this torment?/Love/Love is the unfamiliar Name/Behind the hands that wave/The intolerable shirt of flame/Which human power cannot remove./We only live, only suspire/Consumed by either fire or fire.” עժԵĵĶΣİӣӢİӣ