T.S.Eliot

The Waste Land

    Make-Believe Worldhar citeretfor 5 år siden
    Datta, dayadhvam, damyata" (Give, sympathize, control)
    Cantika Hanahar citeretfor 2 måneder siden
    and my eyes failed, I was neither
    Living nor dead, and I knew nothing
    lolwhathar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
    My friend, blood shaking my heart
    The awful daring of a moment's surrender
    Which an age of prudence can never retract
    By this, and this only, we have existed
    Which is not to be found in our obituaries
    lolwhathar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
    The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same.
    lolwhathar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
    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
    lolwhathar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
    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
    Анастасияhar citeretfor 5 måneder siden
    Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
    Turn in the door once and turn once only
    We think of the key, each in his prison
    Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
    Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
    Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
    Анастасияhar citeretfor 5 måneder siden
    Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
    Анастасияhar citeretfor 5 måneder siden
    Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata

    Give. Be sympathetic. Control (self-control?).

    cocoschahar citeretfor 7 måneder siden
    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
    b2246872319har citeretsidste år
    Son of man, 20
    You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
    A heap of broken images
    b2246872319har citeretsidste år
    I will show you fear in a handful of dust
    b2246872319har citeretsidste år
    That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
    "Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
    b2246872319har citeretsidste år
    I had not thought death had undone so many
    b2246872319har citeretsidste år
    On Margate Sands. 300
    I can connect
    Nothing with nothing.
    The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
    My people humble people who expect
    Nothing."
    b2246872319har citeretsidste år
    What is the city over the mountains
    Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
    Falling towers
    Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
    Vienna London
    Unreal
    b2246872319har citeretsidste år
    Who is the third who walks always beside you
    b2246872319har citeretsidste år
    Rock and no water and the sandy road
    b2246872319har citeretsidste år
    But dry sterile thunder without rain
    b2246872319har citeretsidste år
    There is not even silence in the mountains
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