The Waste Land

Eliot Allude Draft   Misc Comment  

by T.S. Eliot

   
 ^ v "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculus meis Allude Draft  ^  ^ v vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent:  ^  ^ v [Sybyl, what do you wish?]; respondebat illa: [I wish to die]."  ^  
 ^ v For Ezra Pound Change  ^  ^ v il miglior fabbro.  ^  
  
 

PART I
The Burial of the Dead


Allude Draft   Xref   
 ^ v 1 April is the cruellest month, breeding Allude ?  ^ Xref ? Poetry  ^ v 2 Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Allude Compare  ^ Misc Xref  ^ v 3 Memory and desire, stirring  ^ Xref  ^ v 4 Dull roots with spring rain.  ^ Xref  ^ v 5 Winter kept us warm, covering ?  ^ Xref ?  ^ v 6 Earth in forgetful snow, feeding  ^ Xref  ^ v 7 A little life with dried tubers.  ^ Xref  ^ v 8 Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee Allude Draft ?  ^ Misc Xref ?  ^ v 9 With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,  ^ Xref  ^ v 10 And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,  ^ Xref Bio  ^ v 11 And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.  ^ Xref  ^ v 12 Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.  ^ Xref Comment  ^ v 13 And when we were children, staying at the archduke's, ?  ^ Misc Xref ?  ^ v 14 My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,  ^  ^ v 15 And I was frightened. He said, Marie,  ^ Misc Xref Comment  ^ v 16 Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.  ^  ^ v 17 In the mountains, there you feel free.  ^ Misc Xref Comment  ^ v 18 I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. ?  ^ Xref ? Comment   
 ^ v 19 What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow  ^ Xref  ^ v 20 Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, Eliot  ^ Xref  ^ v 21 You cannot say, or guess, for you know only  ^ Xref  ^ v 22 A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,  ^ Xref  ^ v 23 And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, Eliot  ^ Xref  ^ v 24 And the dry stone no sound of water. Only  ^ Xref  ^ v 25 There is shadow under this red rock, Allude Origin  ^ Xref  ^ v 26 (Come in under the shadow of this red rock),  ^ Xref  ^ v 27 And I will show you something different from either  ^ Xref  ^ v 28 Your shadow at morning striding behind you  ^ Xref  ^ v 29 Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;  ^ Xref  ^ v 30 I will show you fear in a handful of dust.  ^ Xref  ^ v 31 Frisch weht der Wind Eliot Allude  ^ Xref Bio  ^ v 32 Der Heimat zu.  ^ Xref  ^ v 33 Mein Irisch Kind,  ^ Xref  ^ v 34 Wo weilest du?  ^ Misc Xref  ^ v 35 'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; ?  ^ Xref ?  ^ v 36 'They called me the hyacinth girl.' Allude  ^ Xref Komment  ^ v 37 --Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Draft  ^ Xref Bio  ^ v 38 Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not  ^ Xref Comment  ^ v 39 Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither  ^ Xref  ^ v 40 Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,  ^ Xref  ^ v 41 Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 42 Oed' und leer das Meer. Eliot Allude  ^ Misc Xref   
 ^ v 43 Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante, Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 44 Had a bad cold, nevertheless  ^  ^ v 45 Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,  ^  ^ v 46 With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she, Eliot Allude  ^ Misc Comment  ^ v 47 Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,  ^ Xref  ^ v 48 (Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!) Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 49 Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks, Allude  ^ Misc Xref  ^ v 50 The lady of situations.  ^  ^ v 51 Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,  ^  ^ v 52 And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,  ^ Xref  ^ v 53 Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,  ^ Xref  ^ v 54 Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find  ^ Xref  ^ v 55 The Hanged Man. Fear death by water. Allude ?  ^ Xref ? Comment  ^ v 56 I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring. Draft  ^ Xref  ^ v 57 Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,  ^ Xref Komment  ^ v 58 Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:  ^  ^ v 59 One must be so careful these days.  ^ Komment   
 ^ v 60 Unreal City, Eliot Allude  ^ Xref Poetry  ^ v 61 Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,  ^ Xref  ^ v 62 A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,  ^ Xref  ^ v 63 I had not thought death had undone so many. Eliot Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 64 Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, Eliot Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 65 And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.  ^  ^ v 66 Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,  ^ Xref  ^ v 67 To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours  ^ Xref  ^ v 68 With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine. Eliot  ^ Xref Bio  ^ v 69 There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying 'Stetson!  ^ Xref Komment  ^ v 70 'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!  ^ Misc Xref  ^ v 71 'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,  ^ Xref  ^ v 72 'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?  ^ Xref  ^ v 73 'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?  ^ Xref  ^ v 74 'Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men, Eliot Allude Draft  ^ Xref Comment  ^ v 75 'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!  ^  ^ v 76 'You! hypocrite lecteur!--mon semblable,--mon frère!' Eliot Allude  ^ Xref  
  
 

PART II
A Game of Chess


Allude Draft     
 ^ v 77 The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, Eliot Allude  ^ Misc Xref Poetry  ^ v 78 Glowed on the marble, where the glass  ^ Xref  ^ v 79 Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines  ^ Xref  ^ v 80 From which a golden Cupidon peeped out  ^ Xref  ^ v 81 (Another hid his eyes behind his wing)  ^ Xref  ^ v 82 Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra  ^ Xref  ^ v 83 Reflecting light upon the table as  ^ Xref  ^ v 84 The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,  ^ Xref  ^ v 85 From satin cases poured in rich profusion;  ^  ^ v 86 In vials of ivory and coloured glass  ^ Xref  ^ v 87 Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,  ^  ^ v 88 Unguent, powdered, or liquid--troubled, confused  ^  ^ v 89 And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air  ^ Xref  ^ v 90 That freshened from the window, these ascended  ^ Xref  ^ v 91 In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,  ^ Xref  ^ v 92 Flung their smoke into the laquearia, Eliot Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 93 Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.  ^  ^ v 94 Huge sea-wood fed with copper  ^ Xref  ^ v 95 Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,  ^ Xref  ^ v 96 In which sad light a carved dolphin swam. ?  ^ Xref ?  ^ v 97 Above the antique mantel was displayed  ^ Xref  ^ v 98 As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene Eliot Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 99 The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king Eliot Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 100 So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale Eliot ?  ^ Xref ?  ^ v 101 Filled all the desert with inviolable voice  ^ Xref  ^ v 102 And still she cried, and still the world pursues,  ^ Xref  ^ v 103 'Jug Jug' to dirty ears.  ^ Xref  ^ v 104 And other withered stumps of time Draft  ^ Xref  ^ v 105 Were told upon the walls; staring forms  ^  ^ v 106 Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.  ^ Xref  ^ v 107 Footsteps shuffled on the stair.  ^ Xref  ^ v 108 Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair  ^ Xref  ^ v 109 Spread out in fiery points  ^ Xref  ^ v 110 Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.  ^ Xref   
 ^ v 111 'My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. ?  ^ Xref ?  ^ v 112 'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.  ^ Xref  ^ v 113 'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?  ^  ^ v 114 'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'  ^   
 ^ v 115 I think we are in rats' alley Eliot Draft ?  ^ Xref ?  ^ v 116 Where the dead men lost their bones.  ^ Xref   
 ^ v 117 'What is that noise?'  ^ Xref Komment  ^ v 118 The wind under the door. Eliot Allude  ^ Xref Komment  ^ v 119 'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?' Allude Draft  ^ Xref  ^ v 120 Nothing again nothing. Allude  ^ Xref Komment  ^ v 121 'Do  ^ Xref  ^ v 122 'You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember  ^ Xref  ^ v 123 'Nothing?'  ^ Xref   
 ^ v 124 I remember Draft  ^ Xref  ^ v 125 Those are pearls that were his eyes. Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 126 'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?' Eliot  ^ Xref Komment  ^ v 127 But  ^  ^ v 128 O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag-- Allude ?  ^ Xref ?  ^ v 129 It's so elegant Allude  ^  ^ v 130 So intelligent  ^  ^ v 131 'What shall I do now? What shall I do?'  ^ Xref  ^ v 132 'I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street  ^ Xref  ^ v 133 'With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?  ^ Xref  ^ v 134 'What shall we ever do?'  ^  ^ v 135 The hot water at ten.  ^ Xref  ^ v 136 And if it rains, a closed car at four.  ^ Xref  ^ v 137 And we shall play a game of chess, Draft  ^ Xref  ^ v 138 Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door. Eliot Allude  ^ Xref Comment   
 ^ v 139 When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said--  ^ Xref  ^ v 140 I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself,  ^  ^ v 141 HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME  ^ Xref Comment  ^ v 142 Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.  ^  ^ v 143 He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you  ^  ^ v 144 To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.  ^  ^ v 145 You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,  ^  ^ v 146 He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you.  ^  ^ v 147 And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert,  ^  ^ v 148 He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time,  ^ Xref  ^ v 149 And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I said.  ^  ^ v 150 Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said.  ^  ^ v 151 Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.  ^  ^ v 152 HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME  ^ Xref  ^ v 153 If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said.  ^  ^ v 154 Others can pick and choose if you can't.  ^  ^ v 155 But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling.  ^  ^ v 156 You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.  ^  ^ v 157 (And her only thirty-one.)  ^ Xref  ^ v 158 I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,  ^  ^ v 159 It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.  ^  ^ v 160 (She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.)  ^ Xref  ^ v 161 The chemist said it would be all right, but I've never been the same.  ^  ^ v 162 You are a proper fool, I said.  ^  ^ v 163 Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,  ^  ^ v 164 What you get married for if you don't want children?  ^  ^ v 165 HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME  ^ Xref  ^ v 166 Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,  ^ Xref  ^ v 167 And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--  ^ Xref Comment  ^ v 168 HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME  ^ Xref  ^ v 169 HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME  ^ Xref  ^ v 170 Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.  ^ Xref  ^ v 171 Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.  ^ Xref  ^ v 172 Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night. Allude  ^ Misc Xref Comment  
  
 

PART III
The Fire Sermon


    
 ^ v 173 The river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf ?  ^ Xref ?  ^ v 174 Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind  ^ Xref  ^ v 175 Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.  ^ Xref  ^ v 176 Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song. Eliot Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 177 The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,  ^ Xref Comment  ^ v 178 Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends  ^  ^ v 179 Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.  ^ Xref  ^ v 180 And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;  ^ Xref  ^ v 181 Departed, have left no addresses.  ^ Xref  ^ v 182 By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . . Allude  ^ Misc Xref  ^ v 183 Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,  ^ Xref  ^ v 184 Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.  ^ Xref  ^ v 185 But at my back in a cold blast I hear Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 186 The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.  ^ Xref   
 ^ v 187 A rat crept softly through the vegetation  ^ Xref  ^ v 188 Dragging its slimy belly on the bank  ^ Xref  ^ v 189 While I was fishing in the dull canal  ^ Xref Comment  ^ v 190 On a winter evening round behind the gashouse  ^ Xref  ^ v 191 Musing upon the king my brother's wreck  ^ Xref  ^ v 192 And on the king my father's death before him. Eliot Allude  ^ Misc Xref  ^ v 193 White bodies naked on the low damp ground  ^ Xref  ^ v 194 And bones cast in a little low dry garret,  ^ Xref  ^ v 195 Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.  ^ Xref  ^ v 196 But at my back from time to time I hear Eliot Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 197 The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring Eliot Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 198 Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring. Allude  ^ Xref Bio  ^ v 199 O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter Eliot Allude  ^ Comment  ^ v 200 And on her daughter  ^  ^ v 201 They wash their feet in soda water  ^ Xref  ^ v 202 Et, O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole! Eliot Allude  ^ Misc Xref   
 ^ v 203 Twit twit twit Allude Draft  ^ Misc Xref  ^ v 204 Jug jug jug jug jug jug  ^ Xref  ^ v 205 So rudely forc'd.  ^ Xref  ^ v 206 Tereu  ^ Xref   
 ^ v 207 Unreal City  ^ Xref  ^ v 208 Under the brown fog of a winter noon  ^ Xref  ^ v 209 Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant  ^ Misc Xref Komment  ^ v 210 Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants Eliot Allude  ^ Xref Komment  ^ v 211 C.i.f. London: documents at sight, ?  ^ Xref ?  ^ v 212 Asked me in demotic French  ^  ^ v 213 To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel  ^ Xref  ^ v 214 Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.  ^ Xref   
 ^ v 215 At the violet hour, when the eyes and back Draft  ^ Xref Poetry  ^ v 216 Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits  ^ Xref  ^ v 217 Like a taxi throbbing waiting,  ^ Xref  ^ v 218 I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives, Eliot  ^ Xref  ^ v 219 Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see  ^ Xref  ^ v 220 At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives  ^ Xref  ^ v 221 Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea, Eliot Allude ?  ^ Misc Xref ? Komment  ^ v 222 The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights  ^ Xref  ^ v 223 Her stove, and lays out food in tins.  ^ Xref  ^ v 224 Out of the window perilously spread  ^ Xref  ^ v 225 Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,  ^ Xref  ^ v 226 On the divan are piled (at night her bed)  ^ Xref  ^ v 227 Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.  ^  ^ v 228 I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs  ^ Xref  ^ v 229 Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--  ^ Xref  ^ v 230 I too awaited the expected guest.  ^  ^ v 231 He, the young man carbuncular, arrives, Draft  ^  ^ v 232 A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,  ^ Xref  ^ v 233 One of the low on whom assurance sits  ^  ^ v 234 As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.  ^ Misc  ^ v 235 The time is now propitious, as he guesses,  ^  ^ v 236 The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,  ^ Xref  ^ v 237 Endeavours to engage her in caresses  ^ Xref  ^ v 238 Which still are unreproved, if undesired.  ^ Xref  ^ v 239 Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;  ^ Xref  ^ v 240 Exploring hands encounter no defence;  ^ Xref  ^ v 241 His vanity requires no response,  ^  ^ v 242 And makes a welcome of indifference. ?  ^ Xref ?  ^ v 243 (And I Tiresias have foresuffered all  ^ Xref  ^ v 244 Enacted on this same divan or bed;  ^  ^ v 245 I who have sat by Thebes below the wall Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 246 And walked among the lowest of the dead.) Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 247 Bestows one final patronising kiss, Draft  ^  ^ v 248 And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . .  ^ Xref   
 ^ v 249 She turns and looks a moment in the glass,  ^ Xref  ^ v 250 Hardly aware of her departed lover;  ^  ^ v 251 Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass: Draft  ^  ^ v 252 'Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.'  ^  ^ v 253 When lovely woman stoops to folly and Eliot Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 254 Paces about her room again, alone,  ^ Xref  ^ v 255 She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,  ^ Xref  ^ v 256 And puts a record on the gramophone.  ^ Xref   
 ^ v 257 'This music crept by me upon the waters' Eliot Allude Draft  ^ Xref  ^ v 258 And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.  ^ Xref  ^ v 259 O City city, I can sometimes hear  ^ Xref  ^ v 260 Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,  ^ Xref  ^ v 261 The pleasant whining of a mandoline  ^ Misc Xref Bio  ^ v 262 And a clatter and a chatter from within  ^ Xref  ^ v 263 Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls  ^ Xref  ^ v 264 Of Magnus Martyr hold Eliot Compare  ^ Misc Xref  ^ v 265 Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.  ^ Xref   
 ^ v 266 The river sweats Eliot Origin  ^ Xref  ^ v 267 Oil and tar  ^ Xref  ^ v 268 The barges drift  ^ Xref  ^ v 269 With the turning tide  ^ Xref  ^ v 270 Red sails  ^ Xref  ^ v 271 Wide  ^  ^ v 272 To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.  ^  ^ v 273 The barges wash  ^ Xref  ^ v 274 Drifting logs  ^ Xref  ^ v 275 Down Greenwich reach  ^  ^ v 276 Past the Isle of Dogs.  ^  ^ v 277 Weialala leia Allude  ^ Xref Komment  ^ v 278 Wallala leialala  ^   
 ^ v 279 Elizabeth and Leicester Eliot Allude  ^ Misc Xref  ^ v 280 Beating oars  ^  ^ v 281 The stern was formed  ^  ^ v 282 A gilded shell  ^ Xref  ^ v 283 Red and gold  ^  ^ v 284 The brisk swell  ^ Xref  ^ v 285 Rippled both shores  ^  ^ v 286 Southwest wind  ^ Xref  ^ v 287 Carried down stream  ^ Xref  ^ v 288 The peal of bells  ^ Xref  ^ v 289 White towers  ^ Xref  ^ v 290 Weialala leia  ^ Xref  ^ v 291 Wallala leialala  ^   
 ^ v 292 'Trams and dusty trees  ^ Xref  ^ v 293 Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew Eliot Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 294 Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees  ^  ^ v 295 Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.'  ^ Xref Komment   
 ^ v 296 'My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart  ^ Xref  ^ v 297 Under my feet. After the event  ^ Xref  ^ v 298 He wept. He promised "a new start."  ^ Xref  ^ v 299 I made no comment. What should I resent?'  ^   
 ^ v 300 'On Margate Sands.  ^  ^ v 301 I can connect  ^  ^ v 302 Nothing with nothing.  ^ Xref  ^ v 303 The broken fingernails of dirty hands.  ^ Xref  ^ v 304 My people humble people who expect  ^ Xref  ^ v 305 Nothing.'  ^ Xref  ^ v 306 la la  ^ Xref   
 ^ v 307 To Carthage then I came Eliot Allude  ^ Xref Komment   
 ^ v 308 Burning burning burning burning Eliot Allude  ^ Misc Xref  ^ v 309 O Lord Thou pluckest me out Eliot Allude  ^ Xref Bio  ^ v 310 O Lord Thou pluckest  ^ Xref   
 ^ v 311 burning  ^ Xref  
  
 

PART IV
Death by Water


Draft   Misc Xref   
 ^ v 312 Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Origin  ^ Xref  ^ v 313 Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell  ^ Xref  ^ v 314 And the profit and loss.  ^ Xref  ^ v 315 A current under sea  ^ Xref  ^ v 316 Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell  ^ Xref  ^ v 317 He passed the stages of his age and youth  ^ Xref  ^ v 318 Entering the whirlpool.  ^ Xref  ^ v 319 Gentile or Jew  ^ Xref Poetry  ^ v 320 O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,  ^ Misc Xref  ^ v 321 Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.  ^ Xref  
  
 

PART V
What the Thunder Said


Eliot Allude   Xref Bio   
 ^ v 322 After the torchlight red on sweaty faces Allude  ^ Xref Poetry  ^ v 323 After the frosty silence in the gardens  ^ Xref  ^ v 324 After the agony in stony places  ^ Xref  ^ v 325 The shouting and the crying  ^ Xref  ^ v 326 Prison and palace and reverberation  ^ Xref  ^ v 327 Of thunder of spring over distant mountains  ^ Xref  ^ v 328 He who was living is now dead  ^ Xref  ^ v 329 We who were living are now dying  ^ Xref  ^ v 330 With a little patience  ^ Xref   
 ^ v 331 Here is no water but only rock  ^ Xref Poetry  ^ v 332 Rock and no water and the sandy road  ^ Xref  ^ v 333 The road winding above among the mountains  ^ Misc Xref  ^ v 334 Which are mountains of rock without water  ^ Xref  ^ v 335 If there were water we should stop and drink  ^ Xref  ^ v 336 Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think  ^ Xref  ^ v 337 Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand  ^ Xref  ^ v 338 If there were only water amongst the rock  ^ Xref  ^ v 339 Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit Allude  ^ Xref Poetry  ^ v 340 Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit  ^  ^ v 341 There is not even silence in the mountains  ^ Xref  ^ v 342 But dry sterile thunder without rain  ^ Xref Bio  ^ v 343 There is not even solitude in the mountains  ^ Xref  ^ v 344 But red sullen faces sneer and snarl  ^ Xref  ^ v 345 From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water  ^  ^ v 346 And no rock  ^ Xref  ^ v 347 If there were rock  ^ Xref  ^ v 348 And also water  ^  ^ v 349 And water  ^  ^ v 350 A spring  ^  ^ v 351 A pool among the rock  ^  ^ v 352 If there were the sound of water only  ^ Xref  ^ v 353 Not the cicada  ^ Xref  ^ v 354 And dry grass singing  ^ Xref  ^ v 355 But sound of water over a rock  ^ Xref  ^ v 356 Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 357 Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop Eliot  ^ Misc Xref  ^ v 358 But there is no water  ^   
 ^ v 359 Who is the third who walks always beside you?  ^ Misc Xref Komment  ^ v 360 When I count, there are only you and I together Eliot Allude  ^ Misc  ^ v 361 But when I look ahead up the white road  ^ Xref  ^ v 362 There is always another one walking beside you  ^ Xref  ^ v 363 Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 364 I do not know whether a man or a woman  ^ Xref  ^ v 365 --But who is that on the other side of you?  ^   
 ^ v 366 What is that sound high in the air Eliot Allude  ^ Misc Xref Komment  ^ v 367 Murmur of maternal lamentation  ^ Xref  ^ v 368 Who are those hooded hordes swarming  ^ Xref  ^ v 369 Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth Draft  ^ Xref  ^ v 370 Ringed by the flat horizon only  ^  ^ v 371 What is the city over the mountains  ^ Xref  ^ v 372 Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air  ^ Xref  ^ v 373 Falling towers  ^ Xref  ^ v 374 Jerusalem Athens Alexandria  ^ Xref  ^ v 375 Vienna London  ^ Xref  ^ v 376 Unreal  ^ Xref Bio   
 ^ v 377 A woman drew her long black hair out tight  ^ Xref  ^ v 378 And fiddled whisper music on those strings  ^ Xref  ^ v 379 And bats with baby faces in the violet light  ^ Xref Comment  ^ v 380 Whistled, and beat their wings  ^  ^ v 381 And crawled head downward down a blackened wall  ^ Misc  ^ v 382 And upside down in air were towers  ^ Xref  ^ v 383 Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours  ^ Xref  ^ v 384 And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.  ^ Xref   
 ^ v 385 In this decayed hole among the mountains  ^ Xref  ^ v 386 In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing  ^ Xref  ^ v 387 Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel  ^ Xref  ^ v 388 There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.  ^ Xref  ^ v 389 It has no windows, and the door swings,  ^ Xref  ^ v 390 Dry bones can harm no one.  ^ Xref  ^ v 391 Only a cock stood on the rooftree Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 392 Co co rico co co rico  ^ Xref  ^ v 393 In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust  ^ Xref  ^ v 394 Bringing rain  ^ Xref   
 ^ v 395 Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves  ^ Xref  ^ v 396 Waited for rain, while the black clouds  ^ Xref  ^ v 397 Gathered far distant, over Himavant.  ^ Xref  ^ v 398 The jungle crouched, humped in silence. Compare  ^ Xref  ^ v 399 Then spoke the thunder Allude ?  ^ Xref ?  ^ v 400 DA  ^ Xref  ^ v 401 Datta: what have we given? Eliot Draft ?  ^ Xref ?  ^ v 402 My friend, blood shaking my heart  ^ Xref  ^ v 403 The awful daring of a moment's surrender  ^ Xref  ^ v 404 Which an age of prudence can never retract  ^ Xref  ^ v 405 By this, and this only, we have existed  ^  ^ v 406 Which is not to be found in our obituaries  ^ Xref  ^ v 407 Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider Eliot Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 408 Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor  ^ Bio  ^ v 409 In our empty rooms  ^ Xref  ^ v 410 DA  ^ Xref  ^ v 411 Dayadhvam: I have heard the key Eliot Allude  ^ Xref Bio  ^ v 412 Turn in the door once and turn once only  ^ Xref  ^ v 413 We think of the key, each in his prison  ^ Xref  ^ v 414 Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison  ^ Xref  ^ v 415 Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours  ^ Xref  ^ v 416 Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 417 DA  ^ Xref  ^ v 418 Damyata: The boat responded  ^ Xref Poetry  ^ v 419 Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar  ^ Xref  ^ v 420 The sea was calm, your heart would have responded Allude Draft  ^ Xref  ^ v 421 Gaily, when invited, beating obedient  ^  ^ v 422 To controlling hands  ^ Xref  
  
 ^ v 423 I sat upon the shore  ^ Xref  ^ v 424 Fishing, with the arid plain behind me Eliot Allude  ^ Xref Comment  ^ v 425 Shall I at least set my lands in order? Allude  ^  ^ v 426 London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 427 Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina Eliot Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 428 Quando fiam uti chelidon--O swallow swallow Eliot Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 429 Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie Eliot Allude  ^ Misc Xref  ^ v 430 These fragments I have shored against my ruins Draft  ^ Misc  ^ v 431 Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe. Eliot Allude  ^ Xref  ^ v 432 Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.  ^ Xref  ^ v 433 Shantih shantih shantih Eliot Allude Change  ^ Xref