Holy Week always seems like a good time to revisit the Four Quartets, and I recently discovered that Jeremy Irons recorded them (along with a bunch of other Eliot) for the BBC around the new year. Everyone can sense that these words are suited to times when we look forward and back, gazing in upon ourselves and out upon the world. It is poetry both reflective and prospective, poetry hanging on the Cross of Reality.
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.