The Waste Land Analysis

The Waste Land1922<p>The Waste Land

<p>by T. S. Eliot

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&quot;Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis<br>

vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent:<br>

Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo.&quot;

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I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;April is the cruellest month, breeding<br>

Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing<br>

Memory and desire, stirring<br>

Dull roots with spring rain.<br>

Winter kept us warm, covering<br>

Earth in forgetful snow, feeding<br>

A little life with dried tubers.<br>

Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee<br>

With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,<br>

And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>

And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.<br>

Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.<br>

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,<br>

My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,<br>

And I was frightened. He said, Marie,<br>

Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.<br>

In the mountains, there you feel free.<br>

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow<br>

Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>

You cannot say, or guess, for you know only<br>

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,<br>

And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,<br>

And the dry stone no sound of water. Only<br>

There is shadow under this red rock,<br>

(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),<br>

And I will show you something different from either<br>

Your shadow at morning striding behind you<br>

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;<br>

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>

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