Somewhere around 11:38pm a fragment of a poem lodged in my brain.
I was sure the phrase was "adventurer in an unknown country."
I spliced/sliced/diced and prestidigitzed all combinations of those words.
Then today one of the readers emailed to ask Is this what you were looking for?
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
--T.S.Eliot (snip from The Fourth Quartet)
and yes, yes it is.
Interesting how I remembered the emotional sense of the poem rather than the actual words.
And that is why I realized I must memorize poems, rather than, as I have up till now, just look them up when I want to read them again.
(Thanks Dylan for finding this!)