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The Waste Land
The Waste Land
The Waste Land
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The Waste Land is a poem by T. S. Eliot. The poem merges the myth of the Holy Grail and the Fisher King, with illustrations of early 20th century British society and is generally considered to be a central work of modernist poesy.
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Release dateMay 28, 2022
ISBN8596547011057
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T. S. Eliot

THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT was born in St Louis, Missouri, in 1888. He moved to England in 1914 and published his first book of poems in 1917. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948. Eliot died in 1965.

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    The Waste Land - T. S. Eliot

    T. S. Eliot

    The Waste Land

    EAN 8596547011057

    DigiCat, 2022

    Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

    Table of Contents

    I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

    II. A GAME OF CHESS

    III. THE FIRE SERMON

    IV. DEATH BY WATER

    V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

    NOTES ON THE WASTE LAND


    "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis

    vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent:

    Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: ἀποθανεῖν θέλω."

    For Ezra Pound

    il miglior fabbro

    I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

    Table of Contents

    April is the cruellest month, breeding

    Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

    Memory and desire, stirring

    Dull roots with spring rain.

    Winter kept us warm, covering

    Earth in forgetful snow, feeding

    A little life with dried tubers.

    Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee

    With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,

    And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10

    And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

    Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.

    And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s,

    My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,

    And I was frightened. He said, Marie,

    Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.

    In the mountains, there you feel free.

    I read,

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