{"id":32840,"date":"2016-07-26T10:28:03","date_gmt":"2016-07-25T22:28:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=32840"},"modified":"2016-07-26T10:28:03","modified_gmt":"2016-07-25T22:28:03","slug":"tuesday-poetry-an-excerpt-from-the-wasteland-by-ts-eliot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2016\/07\/26\/tuesday-poetry-an-excerpt-from-the-wasteland-by-ts-eliot\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday &#038; Poetry: An Excerpt from &#8220;The Wasteland&#8221; by TS Eliot"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3>The Waste Land<\/h3>\n<div class=\"epigraph\">\n<p>FOR EZRA POUND<br \/>\n<em> IL MIGLIOR FABBRO<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"detail-bd\">\n<div class=\"user-content\">\n<div class=\"user-content-text\">\n<div class=\"poem\" data-view=\"ContentView\">\n<div>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<em> I. The Burial of the Dead<\/em><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><br \/>\nApril is the cruellest month, breeding<\/div>\n<div>Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing<\/div>\n<div>Memory and desire, stirring<\/div>\n<div>Dull roots with spring rain.<\/div>\n<div>Winter kept us warm, covering<\/div>\n<div>Earth in forgetful snow, feeding<\/div>\n<div>A little life with dried tubers.<\/div>\n<div>Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee<\/div>\n<div>With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,<\/div>\n<div>And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,<\/div>\n<div>And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.<\/div>\n<div>Bin gar keine Russin, stamm\u2019 aus Litauen, echt deutsch.<\/div>\n<div>And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke\u2019s,<\/div>\n<div>My cousin\u2019s, he took me out on a sled,<\/div>\n<div>And I was frightened. He said, Marie,<\/div>\n<div>Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.<\/div>\n<div>In the mountains, there you feel free.<\/div>\n<div>I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.<\/div>\n<p>&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><em>by<\/em> TS Eliot, 1888 &#8211; 1965<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2016\/07\/26\/tuesday-poetry-an-excerpt-from-the-wasteland-by-ts-eliot\/the-waste-land\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-32842\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright wp-image-32842 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/The-Waste-Land.jpg\" alt=\"The Waste Land\" width=\"180\" height=\"293\" srcset=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/The-Waste-Land.jpg 180w, https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/07\/The-Waste-Land-92x150.jpg 92w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 180px) 100vw, 180px\" \/><\/a>The Waste Land by TS Eliot, published in 1922, is arguably one of the most significant and certainly among the most well-known poems of the 20th century. Written in the aftermath of World War 1, it is generally held to be obscure, but follows the legend of the Holy Grail and the Fisher King as well as addressing themes of disillusion, despair, and judgement.<\/p>\n<p>It is also, as I hope the opening stanza that I have featured today reflects, wonderful poetry. I also think it may well appeal to many readers of epic fantasy in terms of its &#8212; loose &#8212; narrative arc, subject matter and themes, so I hope there is not only something today for all <em>&#8230;on Anything, Really<\/em> regulars, but that some may check out the full length poem.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Waste Land FOR EZRA POUND IL MIGLIOR FABBRO &nbsp; \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 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 Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-32840","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32840","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32840"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32840\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":32846,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32840\/revisions\/32846"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32840"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32840"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32840"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}