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Few readers need any introduction to the work of the most influential poet of the twentieth century. In addition to the title poem, this selecion includes "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", "Gerontion", "Ash Wednesday", and other poems from Mr. Eliot's early and middle work.

"In ten years' time," wrote Edmund Wilson in Axel0s Castle (1931), "Eliot has left upon English...more
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Published August 4th 1955 by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich (first published 1922)
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Jonathan

My ode to T.S. Eliot

T. S. Eliot,
You walked among the stars
In your words,
light trails blazing.
Master of the modern,
Ruler of the poetic.
There is, and was, no poet to compare.
Your mythology and legend stand immense.

Behold the waste land of the world,
Behold the glorious prose of a world shaker.
Though some have called thee,
Mighty and dreadful plagiarist,
Such slander upholds your greatness,
The potency of your reinvention.
There is a power to you - in rewriting the eloquent

So behold T.S. Eliot.
A mast
...more
Riku Sayuj
Nov 18, 2012 Riku Sayuj rated it 5 of 5 stars
Recommended to Riku by: Conrad
Shelves: poetry, r-r-rs

The Unreal Wastelands & Labyrinths - What Memory Keeps and Throws Away; An Exercise in Recollection: in flashes and distortions.

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You! Hypocrite lecteur! – mon semblable, - mon frère!

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Chimes follow the Fire Sermon:

A rat crept softly through the vegetation;
departed. A cold blast at the back, So rudely forc'd, like Philomela.
It was Tiresias', it was he who doomed all men,
throbbing between two lives, knowing which?

Et O ces voix d'enfants, c...more
Trevor
Eliot is such a pompous old fart, how could anyone not love him? When I was still in high school if you wanted to be in the group of people who had any pretensions as ‘intellectuals’ or whatever else it was we had pretensions of – Eliot was de rigueur. I know large slabs of this poem by heart and when I worked as a house painter would quote it at length at the top of my voice when I ran out of Irish songs to sing while I rolled the walls – which probably misses the point of the poem, but I love...more
David
I think "The Waste Land" and the other poems in this collection ("Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," and "Gerontion," "Portrait of a Lady" and "Four Quartets") are brilliant. That said, I have to sort of hold T.S. Eliot responsible for everything I hate about modern poetry. Obviously T. Stearns isn't wholly to blame, and I think he has a genius of his own, but I think that his influence on many of his poetic successors has mostly led to a disgusting pretension in poetry, which superficially veils...more
Emilian Kasemi
After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
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

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and dr...more
Janet
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land...
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Retracing myself through the labyrinth of the Waste Land. Making an effort this time to read other sources, think about the project of making a mosaic out of a broken world.
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Thank God for the Internet--really inspiring to read these dense works and then have access to such a myriad of supplemental sources. I've read this before and always got the gist and the music, but it's really spectacular t...more
Christine
'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' is one of those pieces of art that sustains me. I literally don't know who I would be without it. I have been reading and rereading that poem since I was about 17, and each time I read it, I come to understand it a little bit differently. It is of course, about death and aging, but also about place ('The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes/ The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes/ Licked its tongue into the corners of the ev...more
Bruce
Although I have read “The Waste Land” a number of times, it has been a long time since I read it last, and I have never studied it very thoroughly, having become entranced with “Four Quartets” and devoted most of my time and attention to that magnificent poem. Reading TWL again now, I am once again impressed, however, with its imagery and wealth of allusions. Some of these allusions are ones I recognize, although many I do not. Nonetheless, I am impressed with its modernist mood of enervation an...more
Rlotz
I’ll admit it. I don’t understand "The Waste Land". I read it a few times, I listened to it on audiobook, I even looked up analysis on the internet. All to no avail, I don’t get it. Now don’t get me wrong, I would love to say that I totally understand Eliot, that people just take the wrong approach, that most readers lack the wide reading necessary to catch his esoteric references. I would bring it up at parties, perhaps with a quote or two to demonstrate my deep learning and penetrating mind. I...more
Ellie
I have read T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land many times over the years. I've been reading it again over the holidays. Today, I read the annotated version, carefully reviewing the notes & notes on the notes (thanks to google) as well as listening to recordings on YouTube-including a wonderful version with female and male voices (Eliot himself along with Ted Hughes). After all that, I took a break (read something different). Then, I sat back and forgot everything I knew, put aside everything I thou...more
Krissa
Although I wouldn't usually recommend spending three months of your life focused on one poem, the three months of my college education where I did so with the Wasteland weren't for naught. I still love opening up this poem and choosing a passage and remembering how it felt to untangle one line from another, flipping back and forth between sections to see where those lines tied to others, and just marveling at the sheer manic genius of Eliot.

I mean, you could also go on vacation to France for thr...more
Lisa M.
I stood in the bookstore wondering which edition of this book I should buy - this, the cheaper one made to profit a chain book store, and loaded with extra material (hey, when you're trying to read 52 books in 52 weeks, all extra pages count,) or, the more expensive one, put out by a small press, with no extra materials.

I am glad I purchased this one (despite it's support of a major press, and major bookstore.) Randy Malamud is clearly very knowledgeable about T.S. Eliot. I didn't know much abou...more
Sumit Singla
I decided to read this today, after seeing numerous references to The Waste Land in the The Waste Landsthird book of Stephen King's Dark Tower series.

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

Incredibly visual, and the poems painted vivid pictures inside my mind. It is much easier to appreciate Eliot now, after having read Stephen King. But, I wish it had been the other way round, and I'd have seen more clearly where King drew his inspiration from.

Nevertheless, I'm surely...more
Valerie
I once won 50$ for reciting The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock is a coffee shop. Making this the only one of my books to pay for itself in a material way.
Chris
There is power in these poems. Religion, death, war, humor, family love. Eliot is one those authors that is taught in both American and English literature courses. I always see him as British.

“In the room, the women come and go/Talking of Michelangelo”

Eliot’s lines from Prufrock remind me of how we view Eliot’s two greatest poems as well as the poems in this volume. “The Wasteland” and “The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock” let the reader into themselves, yet the reader is not let in. Every ti...more
Petergiaquinta
Of course this is a five-star volume of some of the finest poetry ever written in the English language...okay? Please don't hurt me.

Over the past several days I have been re-reading (or slogging though) Prufrock, Gerontion, the Waste Land and the other poems in this collection. And why exactly would I do that? Why would anyone do that without a professor and a syllabus involved in the undertaking? Just think of it as a sort of self-conducted experiment involving brain research, or consider it a...more
Anne
Right, so upon first reading the poem, I have to admit that I was very much not a fan. I still have my reservations about Eliot (and whether or not the whole poem was just snobbish pretentiousness), but I am easily swayed, and we had a brilliant lecturer for the poem. He was a tall stick of a Scotsman, but had the most amazing voice. It was like listening to the smell of porridge--all warm, soft, and hearty. He clearly was passionate about the poem, and his readings of passages really opened it...more
Kristin E.
"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown."


Eliot's writing to me is nectar; of the particularly sugary sort that you get intoxicated by and find yourself hungering for in the daftness of drowsy but content afternoons. Ash-Wednesday, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and The Waste Land are all indubitably favorites of mine.
Sarah
من عادة الشعر أنه يحوي جمالاً روحياً يتفوق على الجمال المادي لذا نلجأ للشعر لنخلص أرواحنا المرهقة أو لنهبَ أنفسنا عزلة روحية ولكن قصائد ت. س إليوت مختلفة ولا أعرف كيف أصف ذلك ولكنها قصائد مقفرة تصور حقيقة هذا العالم المادي والممل والذي سُلبت منه الروحانية.
قبل خمسة أعوام قرأت قصيدة الأرض اليباب وبكيت، لقد شعرتُ أن إليوت استطاع أن يمسني، أن يحرك هذه الأرض الموات داخلي فلقد شعرت بقسوة وبألم حقيقي من هذا الانصدام بين الأرض اليباب في القصيدة والأرض اليباب في هذا العالم حولي والذي هو انعكاس أولي للعال...more
Jen
My lukewarm love affair with Eliot started in high school when I came across an excerpt from "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats" in high school. My first--and continuing--thought was, "This guy is so crazy he's awesome." Reading "The Waste Land" and the other nine poems collected here hasn't changed that thought. I will have to come out and say, though, that "The Waste Land" and "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" aren't my favorites. Perhaps this disbars me from English major status, but th...more
Lettie Prell
To read The Waste Land is to become comfortable with death. I read it every year, yes, usually in April. I love the language, the shifting voices from the near-comic, to mysterious, to threatening, to grand. Years ago I brought the poem to a table of friends. I read just the last section, What the Thunder Said, but I explained it before I read it. I described it as the death throes of the poem, and at the end there would be brief bursts from works throughout the ages -- sampling in the parlance...more
Mari
The Wasteland is a constant companion of mine.

Sometimes, when I'm writing, I lose the story I'm trying to tell. The words stop. I look around to find that I'm no longer on the path I thought I was. Sometimes I'm on no path at all. I have to backtrack. I have to find a thread - even if it's connected to nothing else - and follow it back to a place that makes sense. From there, start the journey again.

One of the places that these threads consistently lead back to is Eliot's The Wasteland. I loved...more
Sarah
Well, I may pick this bad boy up again sometime in the future because I'm still verryyyy confused at some parts. However, the parts that I did understand (with the aid of my wonderful professor, of course) I felt very moved and connected to.

We really only read "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" and TWL because they were our primary focus in the particular class I'm taking, so my review will focus on those two poems as well.

The Waste Land:
Eliot projects the lives of many different individuals,...more
Prof. Mohamed  Shareef
The Journey of the Magi by T.S.Eliot
T. S. Eliot is widely considered as the greatest poet of the 20th century. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature for his philosophical poem ‘The Waste Land’ which describes the meaninglessness of the modern civilization. The ‘Journey of the Magi’ is based upon a biblical story. It describes the journey of the three wise men so as to witness the birth of Jesus Christ. The word Magi is a permanent plural standing for the three wise kings of the eastern w...more
Lucrecia
La Tierra baldía me pareció un poema interesante por diferente, por su aparente sinsentido. Es muy fácil de leer pues su lenguaje está formado por palabras sencillas y no por términos complicados. Sin embargo, es muy difícil de entender pues el autor mezcla pasado, presente y futuro; escenas cotidianas con escenas inexistentes.

Al leerlo, sentí como si fuera una serie de sueños que se escribieran tal cual los percibimos mientras dormíamos: objetos que hablan, muertos que aparecen, siluetas que se...more
John Kenworthy
Admittedly I find reading material in odd places. I always kind of knew about T.S. Eliot from peripheral reading. But never really got into him until I was reading The Groucho Letters by Groucho Marx. One of the letter sequences was from and to Eliot. When Grouchos insisted on calling the poet Tom, my aversion to my assumed stuffiness of Eliot's work simply withered away. Not with a whimper either.

When Andrew Lloyd Webber later turned some of Eliot's poetry into Cats, I almost went the other wa...more
Gabriele
Se un giorno dovessi decidermi a fare quella cosa lì, quella di ritirarmi in un faro su in Islanda o alle Faroe, nello scatolone dei libri di poesia mi basterebbe metterci - oltre ai Fiori del Baudelaire - sicuramente "La terra desolata" di T.S.Eliot, giusto per ricordarmi come si fa poesia ad alti livelli.

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
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Caroline
On the plus side of this, the entire time reading it I could hear Nick Cave narrating the poetry, for whatever reason. Something about the tone of "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" evoked good old Nick Cave for me, and it stuck throughout this collection. I wish that, alone, would have sold me on loving it (instead, now I'm listening to my collection of Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds on shuffle).

Sadly, despite some really amazing imagery and lines, I found this collection largely to be uninte...more
Kelly
"There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu,
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?


“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
They called me the hyacinth girl.”
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair
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Elena
I can't even begin to describe what impact T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound are having on me at this stage of my life. It's astounding and unbelievable what influence these two men had on each other's creativity. I can never thank mister Pound enough for editing The Waste Land so nicely. I find all of Eliot's early works absolutely fascinating. They resonate so well with my personality and my literary tastes, the language simply flows through me and the literary contexts and references nail every singl...more
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“Fading, fading: strength beyond hope and despair climbing the third stair. Lord, I am not worthy Lord, I am not worthy but speak the word only.” 15 likes
“And indeed there will be time for the yellow smoke that slides along the street rubbing its back upon the window-panes; there will be time , there will be time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; there will be time to murder and create, and time for all the works and days of hands that lift and drop a question on your plate; time for you and time for me, and time yet for a hundred indecisions, and for a hundred visions and revisions, before the taking of toast and tea.” 13 likes
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