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The Waste Land And Other Poems
T. S. Eliot
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T. S. Eliot
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"For many successive generations now, 'The Waste Land, ' 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, ' and 'Four Quartets' have continued to excited readers and to inspire young poets. Teenagers still discover his work with a thrill of wonder and recognition. Eliot's unique power, his understanding of interrelated beauty and squalor, freshness and despair, survives academic fashions, survives all interpretations, survives even his own dicta and formulations. He is one of the great poets." âRobert Pinsky, former Poet Laureate and author of Singing School
"An exalted nightmare, one of the great poems of the 20th century." âEdward Hirsch, author of How to Read a Poem (and Fall in Love with Poetry) and A Poet's Glossary
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Ash-Wednesday
1930
I
Because I do not hope to turn againBecause I do not hopeBecause I do not hope to turnDesiring this manâs gift and that manâs scopeI no longer strive to strive towards such things(Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)Why should I mournThe vanished power of the usual reign?
Because I do not hope to know againThe infirm glory of the positive hourBecause I do not thinkBecause I know I shall not knowThe one veritable transitory powerBecause I cannot drinkThere, where trees flower, and springs flow, for thereis nothing again
Because I know that time is always timeAnd place is always and only placeAnd what is actual is actual only for one timeAnd only for one placeI rejoice that things are as they are andI renounce the blessèd faceAnd renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn againConsequently I rejoice, having to construct somethingUpon which to rejoice
And pray to God to have mercy upon usAnd I pray that I may forgetThese matters that with myself I too much discussToo much explainBecause I do not hope to turn againLet these words answerFor what is done, not to be done againMay the judgement not be too heavy upon us
Because these wings are no longer wings to flyBut merely vans to beat the airThe air which is now thoroughly small and drySmaller and dryer than the willTeach us to care and not to careTeach us to sit still.
Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our deathPray for us now and at the hour of our death.
II
Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-treeIn the cool of the day, having fed to satietyOn my legs my heart my liver and that which hadbeen containedIn the hollow round of my skull. And God said
Shall these bones live? shall theseBones live? And that which had been containedIn the bones (which were already dry) said chirping:Because of the goodness of this LadyAnd because of her loveliness, and becauseShe honours the Virgin in meditation,We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembledProffer my deeds to oblivion, and my loveTo the posterity of the desert and the fruit of thegourd.It is this which recoversMy guts the strings of my eyes and the indigestibleportionsWhich the leopards reject. The Lady is withdrawnIn a white gown, to contemplation, in a white gown.Let the whiteness of bones atone to forgetfulness.There is no life in them. As I am forgottenAnd would be forgotten, so I would forgetThus devoted, concentrated in purpose. And God saidProphesy to the wind, to the wind only for onlyThe wind will listen. And the bones sang chirpingWith the burden of the grasshopper, saying
Lady of silencesCalm and distressedTorn and most wholeRose of memoryRose of forgetfulness
Exhausted and life-givingWorried reposefulThe single RoseIs now the GardenWhere all loves endTerminate tormentOf love unsatisfiedThe greater tormentOf love satisfiedEnd of the endlessJourney to no endConclusion of all thatIs inconclusibleSpeech without word andWord of no speechGrace to the MotherFor the GardenWhere all love ends.
Under a juniper-tree the bones sang, scattered andshiningWe are glad to be scattered, we did little good to eachother,Under a tree in the cool of the day, with the blessing of sand,Forgetting themselves and each other, unitedIn the quiet of the desert. This is the land which ye Shall divide by lot. And neither division nor unity Matters. This is the land. We have our inheritance.
III
At the first turning of the second stairI turned and saw belowThe same shape twisted on the banisterUnder the vapour in the fetid airStruggling with the devil of the stairs who wearsThe deceitful face of hope and of despair.
At the second turning of the second stairI left them twisting, turning below;There were no more faces and the stair was dark,Damp, jaggèd, like an old manâs mouth dri...