The Dry Salvages by T.S.Elliot

"... And under the oppression of the silent fog

The tolling bell

Measures time not our time, rung by the unhurried

Ground swell, a time

Older than the time chronometers , older

Than time counted by anxious worried women

Lying awake, calculating the future,

Trying to unweave, unwind, unravel

And piece together the past and the future,

Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception,

The future futureless, before the morning watch

When time stops and time is never ending;

And the ground swell, that is and was from the beginning,

Clangs

The bell... "

Extract from The Complete Poems and Plays of T.S.Elliot,

Four Quartets, The Dry Salvages

Photo and Installation by Sandra Saldanha