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The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot

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April is the cruellest month, breeding What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Frisch weht der Wind Der Heimat zu, Mein Irisch Kind Wo weilest du? Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante, Unreal City, The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, “My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. I think we are in rats' alley “What is that noise?” The wind under the door. “What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?” Nothing again nothing. “Do I remember But “What shall I do now? What shall I do?” The hot water at ten. When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said— The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf A rat crept softly through the vegetation Twit twit twit Unreal City At the violet hour, when the eyes and back She turns and looks a moment in the glass, “This music crept by me upon the waters” The river sweats Weialala leia Elizabeth and Leicester Weialala leia “Trams and dusty trees. “My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart la la To Carthage then I came Burning

The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot THE WASTE LAND :: T. S. ELIOT POEM MAP ENDNOTES SOURCES ABOUT The Waste Land ☰ POEM MAP ENDNOTES SOURCES ABOUT Click on headings, locations, characters, or foreign phrases to access descriptions, translations, and other supplementary information, or click blue line numbers to see Eliot's notes. In-text links are unmarked by default but turn blue on mouseover. THE WASTE LAND T. S. Eliot 1922 "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβνλλα τί ϴέλεις; respondebat illa: άπο ϴανεΐν ϴέλω." For Ezra Pound il mi

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