What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow | |
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, | 20 |
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only | |
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, | |
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, | |
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only | |
There is shadow under this red rock, | 25 |
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock), | |
And I will show you something different from either | |
Your shadow at morning striding behind you | |
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; | |
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. | 30 |
Frisch weht der Wind | |
Der Heimat zu. | |
Mein Irisch Kind, | |
Wo weilest du? | |
'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; | 35 |
'They called me the hyacinth girl.' | |
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, | |
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not | |
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither | |
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, | 40 |
Looking into the heart of light, the silence. | |
Od' und leer das Meer. | |
Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante, | |
Had a bad cold, nevertheless | |
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe, | 45 |
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she, | |
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor, | |
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!) | |
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks, | |
The lady of situations. | 50 |
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel, | |
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card, | |
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back, | |
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find | |
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water. | 55 |
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring. | |
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone, | |
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself: | |
One must be so careful these days. |
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Eliot's 'The Waste Land' - a Seriel, pt. 2
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T. S. Eliot
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Just an effort to torture me, right? :)
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