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The Waste Land and Other Writings [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Poetry)
  • Author:  Eliot, T.S.
  • Author:  Eliot, T.S.
  • ISBN-10:  0375759344
  • ISBN-10:  0375759344
  • ISBN-13:  9780375759345
  • ISBN-13:  9780375759345
  • Publisher:  Modern Library
  • Publisher:  Modern Library
  • Pages:  272
  • Pages:  272
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2002
  • Pub Date:  01-May-2002
  • SKU:  0375759344-11-MING
  • SKU:  0375759344-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100375604
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Also includesPrufrock and Other Observations, Poems(1920), andThe Sacred Wood
Introduction by Mary Karr
 
First published in 1922, “The Waste Land,” T. S. Eliot’s masterpiece, is not only one of the key works of modernism but also one of the greatest poetic achievements of the twentieth century. A richly allusive pilgrimage of spiritual and psychological torment and redemption, Eliot’s poem exerted a revolutionary influence on his contemporaries, summoning forth a potent new poetic language. As Kenneth Rexroth wrote, Eliot “articulated the mind of an epoch in words that seemed its most natural expression.” As commanding as his verse, Eliot’s criticism also transformed twentieth-century letters, and this Modern Library edition includes a selection of Eliot’s most important essays.Mary Karris an award-winning poet, essayist, and memoirist. She is also the author of four books of poetry,Abacus, The Devil’s Tour, Viper Rum,andSinners Welcome,and three memoirs,The Liar’s Club,Cherry,andLit.Portrait of a Lady

Thou hast committed
Fornication: but that was in another country,
And besides, the wench is dead.
The Jew of Malta.

I
Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself as it will seem to do
With I have saved this afternoon for you;
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,
An atmosphere of Juliet’s tomb
Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.
We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole
Transmit the Preludes, through his hair and fingertips.

So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul
Should be resurrected only among friends
Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom
That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room.

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