The Waste Land
Eliot Allude Draft Misc Comment
^ 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