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T.S. Eliot

Selected Poems (Library of Classic Poets)

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Publisher: Gramercy

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(22)

Language:English | Number of Pages: 96 | Format: Hardcover

Isbn-10: 0517227223 | Isbn-13: 9780517227220 | Publish date: 

Also available as: Paperback , Others , eBook

Category: Fiction & Literature

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Book Description
This new addition to the elegant Library of Classic Poets series features selections from one of the best-loved poets of the early twentieth century. Elegantly packaged in a handsome edition with a satin ribbon marker, this volume is the perfect addition to any poetry library. From the prolific T.S. Eliot, a pioneer of modernism, here are his most groundbreaking works, including:

• "The Wasteland"
• "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
• "Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service"
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    CITAZIONE :What the thunder said

    After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
    after the frosty silence in the garden
    after the agony in stony places
    the shouting and the crying
    prison and palace and reverberation
    of thunder of spring over distant mountains
    he who was living is now dead
    we who were ...continue

    After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
    after the frosty silence in the garden
    after the agony in stony places
    the shouting and the crying
    prison and palace and reverberation
    of thunder of spring over distant mountains
    he who was living is now dead
    we who were living are now dying
    with a little patience
    ................
    Then spoke the thunder

    Datta:what have we given?
    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
    or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
    or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
    in our empty rooms
    ............................

    I sat upon the shore fishing
    with the arid plain behind me
    Shall I at least set my lands in order?
    ................................

    These fragments have I shored against my ruins

    Datta - Dayadhvam - Damyatta
    Shantih shantih shantih

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