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Quotation by T.S. Eliot
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
T.S. (Thomas Stearns) Eliot (1888–1965), U.S.-born—British poet, critic. The Waste Land, "A Game of Chess."
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