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The fruit of reconciliation and relief after immense suffering

This was apparently Eliot’s inspiration for the Four Quartets:

I have the A minor quartet on the gramophone, and find it quite inexhaustible to study. There is a sort of heavenly or at least more than human gaiety about some of his later things which one imagines might come to oneself as the fruit of reconciliation and relief after immense suffering; I should like to get something of that into verse once before I die

https://tseliot.com/editorials/in-eliots-own-words-four-quartets

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And my skin got younger and my body got stronger
And my stomach felt hunger for a door that was closed
And my soul heard music for the first time
Beauty was a word I'd use for this gift of gold
Oh Lord, I forgive You, Lord, I forgive You
Lord, I forgive You, make me whole
This music I give You, pain that I live through
Everything I've been through is Yours to hold
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