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posted on Nov, 14 2015 @ 05:15 PM
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T.S. Eliot (1888–1965): The Waste Land. 1922.




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.

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.
Öd’ 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.

Unreal City, 60
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. 65
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying “Stetson!
You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! 70
That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again! 75
You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!


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Anyway, in light of the terror attacks on Paris yesterday, I wanted to share this piece with you, ATS. Feel free to discuss your feelings along with analyzing the piece and synthesizing it with the events that took place. Of course, there is no right answer. And what you feel while you read this is all up to your own interpretation. We should love one another. And if you love, love--you then hate evil.
edit on 14-11-2015 by rukia because: to edit ofc




posted on Nov, 14 2015 @ 06:47 PM
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The Second Coming



TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of i[Spiritus Mundi]
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at laSt,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


William Butler Yeats



posted on Nov, 14 2015 @ 07:54 PM
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a reply to: ketsuko

beautiful!!



posted on Nov, 14 2015 @ 08:42 PM
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a reply to: rukia
I've seen parts of that quoted in many Stephen King novels. I like it. Thanks for sharing.



posted on Nov, 15 2015 @ 12:36 AM
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a reply to: Skid Mark

You know what's weird? I've never read a thing by Stephen King. I've seen a couple of his movies, but only watched that House of Rose Red one that was kinda boring and stupid all of the way through.

Since you're not the first to mention King to me in the last few days, I'm starting to feel an itch to go read a book of his.
'tis Fate!
yolo, i guess!



posted on Nov, 15 2015 @ 10:21 AM
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a reply to: rukia
If you don't like scary stories I'd suggest Hearts in Atlantis or maybe the Dark Tower series. It starts with The Gunslinger.



posted on Nov, 15 2015 @ 10:29 AM
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a reply to: Skid Mark

The Stand! It's my favorite Stephen King book by far.



posted on Nov, 16 2015 @ 01:43 AM
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a reply to: Skid Mark

--and if I do like scary stories?



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