April 1, 2008

T. S. Eliot — “The Waste Land”

Posted in Poetry at 7:41 pm by The Lizard Queen

(It’s quite a long poem, so I’m just going to post the first stanza here.  Enjoy, and happy Poetry Month!)

The Waste Land

I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

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          5
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,   15
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.  
In the mountains, there you feel free.  
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

Read the rest here.

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