The Waste Land

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This volume includes the title poem as well as “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” “Gerontion,” “Ash Wednesday,” “Sweeney Among the Nightingales,” and other poems from Eliot’s early and middle ...Continua
Ha scritto il 25/11/12
What have we given? My friend, blood shacking 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 [...] .
Ha scritto il 25/06/10
"I think we are in rat's alley Where dead men lost their bones"
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Ha scritto il 06/05/10
April is the cruellest month, breeding/lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/memory and desire, stirring/dull roots with spring rain.
"Eliot dice in dieci parole ciò che un poeta romantico avrebbe detto in cento"
Ha scritto il 29/03/10
Bello, bello, bello.

Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
'My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with
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Ha scritto il 23/04/09
O keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!

Ha scritto il Dec 21, 2008, 00:50
«My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
I never know what are you thinking. Think.»

I think we are in rats' alley
Where

I think we are in rats' alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.

«What is that noise?»
The wind under the door.
«What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?»
Nothing again nothing.
«Do
You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
Nothing?»
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
«Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?»
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag-
It's so elegant
So intelligent
«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 tomorrow?
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. ...Continua

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