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T.S.Eliot

The Waste Land

  • Make-Believe Worldhar citeretfor 7 år siden
    Datta, dayadhvam, damyata" (Give, sympathize, control)
  • rafaelhnarvalhar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
    I was neither
    Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
  • rafaelhnarvalhar citeretfor 4 måneder siden
    I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
  • anahar citeretfor 2 år siden
    The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
    Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
    Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
    Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
  • anahar citeretfor 2 år siden
    HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
    HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
    Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. 170
    Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
    Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
  • anahar citeretfor 2 år siden
    By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . .
    Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
    Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
  • anahar citeretfor 2 år siden
    What shall I do now? What shall I do?"
    I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
    "With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
    "What shall we ever do?"
    The hot water at ten.
    And if it rains, a closed car at four.
    And we shall play a game of chess,
    Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
  • anahar citeretfor 2 år siden
    I think we are in rats' alley
    Where the dead men lost their bones.
  • anahar citeretfor 2 år 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,
  • anahar citeretfor 2 år siden
    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.
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