“Four Quartets” Revisited

On opening a long unopened book, what odor rises from the parting pages, what genie is released, what dark spell broken, as if some spirit trapped inside for ages, By this hinge swung open were set free? My father’s hand has jotted in the margins its own blunt text of what must be lecture notes, and planted his place marker Like a flag among “The Dry Salvages”— a UC