| Song | The Waste Land |
| Artist | T.S.Eliot |
| Artist | Robert Speaight |
| Album | The Waste Land (And other T.S.Eliot Works) |
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| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : T.S.Eliot |
| [00:00.0] | The Waste Land |
| [00:01.98] | I. The Burial of the Dead |
| [00:05.98] | April is the cruellest month, breeding |
| [00:09.30] | Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing |
| [00:12.48] | Memory and desire, stirring |
| [00:15.25] | Dull roots with spring rain. |
| [00:18.80] | Winter kept us warm, covering |
| [00:20.93] | Earth in forgetful snow, feeding |
| [00:23.84] | A little life with dried tubers. |
| [00:28.15] | Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee |
| [00:30.97] | With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, |
| [00:34.19] | And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, |
| [00:37.4] | And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. |
| [00:39.93] | Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch. |
| [00:45.55] | And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s, |
| [00:48.39] | My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled, |
| [00:50.49] | And I was frightened. He said, Marie, |
| [00:53.57] | Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. |
| [00:58.76] | In the mountains, there you feel free. |
| [01:02.87] | I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. |
| [01:10.19] | What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow |
| [01:14.2] | Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, |
| [01:17.96] | You cannot say, or guess, for you know only |
| [01:21.85] | A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, |
| [01:25.66] | And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, |
| [01:30.65] | And the dry stone no sound of water. Only |
| [01:35.86] | There is shadow under this red rock, |
| [01:39.53] | (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), ( |
| [01:43.34] | And I will show you something different from either |
| [01:46.7] | Your shadow at morning striding behind you |
| [01:50.10] | Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; |
| [01:54.78] | I will show you fear in a handful of dust. |
| [02:02.64] | Frisch weht der Wind |
| [02:04.80] | Der Heimat zu |
| [02:06.93] | Mein Irisch Kind, |
| [02:09.2] | Wo weilest du? |
| [02:12.5] | “You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; “ |
| [02:15.96] | “They called me the hyacinth girl.” |
| [02:20.42] | —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,—— |
| [02:24.41] | Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not |
| [02:28.44] | Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither |
| [02:32.77] | Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, |
| [02:37.6] | Looking into the heart of light, the silence. |
| [02:42.20] | Oed’ und leer das Meer. |
| [02:47.95] | Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante, |
| [02:51.42] | Had a bad cold, nevertheless |
| [02:53.92] | Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe, |
| [02:56.53] | With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she, |
| [03:01.8] | Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor, |
| [03:05.77] | (Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!) |
| [03:10.23] | Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks, |
| [03:14.33] | The lady of situations. |
| [03:17.99] | Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel, |
| [03:24.96] | And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card, |
| [03:29.41] | Which is blank, is something he carries on his back, |
| [03:34.12] | Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find |
| [03:40.87] | The Hanged Man. Fear death by water. |
| [03:48.61] | I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring. |
| [03:55.14] | Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone, |
| [04:00.72] | Tell her I bring the horoscope myself: |
| [04:03.67] | One must be so careful these days. |
| [04:09.33] | Unreal City, |
| [04:11.84] | Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, |
| [04:15.38] | A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, |
| [04:19.58] | I had not thought death had undone so many. |
| [04:23.92] | Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, |
| [04:28.6] | And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. |
| [04:31.44] | Flowed up the hill and down King William Street, |
| [04:34.80] | To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours |
| [04:38.14] | With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine. |
| [04:42.68] | There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: “Stetson! |
| [04:48.53] | “You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! |
| [04:52.26] | “That corpse you planted last year in your garden, |
| [04:55.78] | “Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year? |
| [05:00.24] | “Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed? |
| [05:04.6] | “Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men, |
| [05:09.7] | “Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again! |
| [05:12.81] | “You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!” |
| [05:26.24] | II. A Game of Chess |
| [05:29.96] | The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, |
| [05:33.10] | Glowed on the marble, where the glass |
| [05:35.87] | Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines |
| [05:39.17] | From which a golden Cupidon peeped out |
| [05:41.64] | (Another hid his eyes behind his wing)( |
| [05:44.23] | Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra |
| [05:47.67] | Reflecting light upon the table as |
| [05:49.91] | The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it, |
| [05:52.45] | From satin cases poured in rich profusion; |
| [05:57.23] | In vials of ivory and coloured glass |
| [05:59.83] | Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes, |
| [06:04.58] | Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused |
| [06:09.71] | And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air |
| [06:14.79] | That freshened from the window, these ascended |
| [06:18.2] | In fattening the prolonged candle-flames, |
| [06:21.28] | Flung their smoke into the laquearia, |
| [06:24.15] | Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling. |
| [06:27.4] | Huge sea-wood fed with copper |
| [06:29.71] | Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone, |
| [06:34.44] | In which sad light a carvéd dolphin swam. |
| [06:39.78] | Above the antique mantel was displayed |
| [06:42.50] | As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene |
| [06:45.92] | The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king |
| [06:49.57] | So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale |
| [06:54.48] | Filled all the desert with inviolable voice |
| [06:57.84] | And still she cried, and still the world pursues, |
| [07:03.19] | “Jug Jug” to dirty ears. “ |
| [07:07.20] | And other withered stumps of time |
| [07:09.55] | Were told upon the walls; staring forms |
| [07:13.38] | Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed. |
| [07:18.40] | Footsteps shuffled on the stair. |
| [07:21.50] | Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair |
| [07:24.71] | Spread out in fiery points |
| [07:27.39] | Glowed into words, then would be savagely still. |
| [07:34.90] | “My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me. “ |
| [07:38.81] | “Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak. |
| [07:43.13] | “What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? |
| [07:45.95] | “I never know what you are thinking. Think.” |
| [07:50.85] | I think we are in rats’ alley |
| [07:53.38] | Where the dead men lost their bones. |
| [07:57.7] | “What is that noise?” “ |
| [07:59.68] | The wind under the door. |
| [08:02.21] | “What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?” |
| [08:05.92] | Nothing again nothing. |
| [08:10.60] | “Do you know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember nothing?” |
| [08:19.39] | I remember |
| [08:21.4] | Those are pearls that were his eyes. |
| [08:25.13] | “Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?” |
| [08:29.31] | But |
| [08:30.56] | O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag— |
| [08:34.72] | It’s so elegant |
| [08:36.26] | So intelligent |
| [08:38.15] | “What shall I do now? What shall I do?” |
| [08:40.73] | “I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street |
| [08:42.39] | “With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow? |
| [08:46.92] | “What shall we ever do?” |
| [08:49.95] | The hot water at ten. |
| [08:52.48] | And if it rains, a closed car at four. |
| [08:56.43] | And we shall play a game of chess, |
| [08:59.2] | Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door. |
| [09:07.35] | When Lil’s husband got demobbed, I said— |
| [09:10.40] | I didn’t mince my words, I said to her myself, |
| [09:13.73] | HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
| [09:16.43] | Now Albert’s coming back, make yourself a bit smart. |
| [09:20.30] | He’ll want to know what you done with that money he gave you |
| [09:22.51] | To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there. |
| [09:27.97] | You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set, |
| [09:31.5] | He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you. |
| [09:34.14] | And no more can’t I, I said, and think of poor Albert, |
| [09:37.95] | He’s been in the army four years, he wants a good time, |
| [09:41.49] | And if you don’t give it him, there’s others will, I said. |
| [09:44.31] | Oh is there, she said. something o’ that, I said. |
| [09:48.39] | Then I’ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look. |
| [09:52.43] | HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
| [09:55.48] | If you don’t like it you can get on with it, I said. |
| [09:58.4] | Others can pick and choose if you can’t. |
| [10:00.87] | But if Albert makes off, it won’t be for lack of telling. |
| [10:04.41] | You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique. |
| [10:08.96] | (And her only thirty-one.) |
| [10:11.82] | I can’t help it, she said, pulling a long face, |
| [10:14.41] | It’s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said. |
| [10:18.43] | (She’s had five already, and nearly died of young George.) |
| [10:23.20] | The chemist said it would be all right, but I’ve never been the same. |
| [10:27.59] | You are a proper fool, I said. |
| [10:30.79] | Well, if Albert won’t leave you alone, there it is, I said, |
| [10:33.94] | What you get married for if you don’t want children? |
| [10:36.91] | HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
| [10:39.49] | Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon, |
| [10:42.73] | And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot— |
| [10:46.17] | HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
| [10:48.3] | HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
| [10:50.88] | Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. |
| [10:55.98] | Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight. |
| [11:00.4] | Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night. |
| [11:11.95] | III. The Fire Sermon |
| [11:15.55] | The river’s tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf |
| [11:19.60] | Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind |
| [11:23.9] | Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed. |
| [11:28.91] | Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song. |
| [11:33.38] | The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers, |
| [11:36.54] | Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends |
| [11:40.19] | Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed. |
| [11:45.95] | And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors; |
| [11:49.96] | Departed, have left no addresses. |
| [11:54.84] | By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . . |
| [11:58.51] | Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song, |
| [12:01.82] | Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long. |
| [12:07.7] | But at my back in a cold blast I hear |
| [12:10.29] | The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear. |
| [12:16.71] | A rat crept softly through the vegetation |
| [12:19.93] | Dragging its slimy belly on the bank |
| [12:22.38] | While I was fishing in the dull canal |
| [12:24.96] | On a winter evening round behind the gashouse |
| [12:28.58] | Musing upon the king my brother’s wreck |
| [12:31.2] | And on the king my father’s death before him. |
| [12:35.21] | White bodies naked on the low damp ground |
| [12:38.95] | And bones cast in a little low dry garret, |
| [12:43.2] | Rattled by the rat’s foot only, year to year. |
| [12:48.78] | But at my back from time to time I hear |
| [12:51.66] | The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring |
| [12:55.79] | Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring. |
| [12:59.56] | O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter |
| [13:04.1] | And on her daughter |
| [13:06.35] | They wash their feet in soda water |
| [13:11.85] | Et O ces voix d’enfants, chantant dans la coupole! |
| [13:18.50] | Twit twit twit |
| [13:20.76] | Jug jug jug jug jug jug |
| [13:25.49] | So rudely forc’d. |
| [13:30.11] | Tereu |
| [13:35.14] | Unreal City |
| [13:37.99] | Under the brown fog of a winter noon |
| [13:41.2] | Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant |
| [13:43.50] | Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants |
| [13:46.18] | C.i.f. London: documents at sight, |
| [13:49.57] | Asked me in demotic French |
| [13:51.93] | To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel |
| [13:54.25] | Followed by a weekend at the Metropole. |
| [13:58.81] | At the violet hour, when the eyes and back |
| [14:01.81] | Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits |
| [14:05.78] | Like a taxi throbbing waiting, |
| [14:09.56] | I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives, |
| [14:15.76] | Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see |
| [14:20.46] | At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives |
| [14:24.70] | Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea, |
| [14:28.86] | The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights |
| [14:33.77] | Her stove, and lays out food in tins. |
| [14:38.28] | Out of the window perilously spread |
| [14:40.63] | Her drying combinations touched by the sun’s last rays, |
| [14:45.73] | On the divan are piled (at night her bed) |
| [14:48.79] | Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays. |
| [14:53.75] | I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs |
| [14:57.23] | Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest— |
| [15:01.7] | I too awaited the expected guest. |
| [15:04.87] | He, the young man carbuncular, arrives, |
| [15:07.98] | A small house agent’s clerk, with one bold stare, |
| [15:12.29] | One of the low on whom assurance sits |
| [15:14.79] | As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire. |
| [15:18.25] | The time is now propitious, as he guesses, |
| [15:20.89] | The meal is ended, she is bored and tired, |
| [15:24.12] | Endeavours to engage her in caresses |
| [15:26.78] | Which still are unreproved, if undesired. |
| [15:30.30] | Flushed and decided, he assaults at once; |
| [15:33.16] | Exploring hands encounter no defence; |
| [15:36.22] | His vanity requires no response, |
| [15:38.93] | And makes a welcome of indifference. |
| [15:42.35] | (And I Tiresias have foresuffered all |
| [15:45.25] | Enacted on this same divan or bed; |
| [15:48.94] | I who have sat by Thebes below the wall |
| [15:52.26] | And walked among the lowest of the dead.) |
| [15:55.74] | Bestows one final patronising kiss, |
| [15:59.57] | And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . . |
| [16:05.53] | She turns and looks a moment in the glass, |
| [16:08.11] | Hardly aware of her departed lover; |
| [16:11.13] | Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass: |
| [16:15.41] | “Well now that’s done: and I’m glad it’s over.” “ |
| [16:20.1] | When lovely woman stoops to folly and |
| [16:23.8] | Paces about her room again, alone, |
| [16:26.64] | She smoothes her hair with automatic hand, |
| [16:30.50] | And puts a record on the gramophone. |
| [16:35.20] | “This music crept by me upon the waters” “ |
| [16:39.81] | And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street. |
| [16:43.58] | O City city, I can sometimes hear |
| [16:47.87] | Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, |
| [16:50.81] | The pleasant whining of a mandoline |
| [16:53.8] | And a clatter and a chatter from within |
| [16:55.68] | Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls |
| [16:59.57] | Of Magnus Martyr hold |
| [17:02.24] | Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold. |
| [17:09.47] | The river sweats |
| [17:10.62] | Oil and tar |
| [17:12.39] | The barges drift |
| [17:13.60] | With the turning tide |
| [17:15.62] | Red sails |
| [17:16.69] | Wide |
| [17:17.34] | To leeward, swing on the heavy spar. |
| [17:21.66] | The barges wash |
| [17:22.91] | Drifting logs |
| [17:24.72] | Down Greenwich reach |
| [17:26.47] | Past the Isle of Dogs. |
| [17:29.39] | Weialala leia |
| [17:35.66] | Wallala leialala |
| [17:44.80] | Elizabeth and Leicester |
| [17:46.80] | Beating oars |
| [17:48.72] | The stern was formed |
| [17:50.31] | A gilded shell |
| [17:52.0] | Red and gold |
| [17:54.5] | The brisk swell |
| [17:55.34] | Rippled both shores |
| [17:57.42] | Southwest wind |
| [17:59.13] | Carried down stream |
| [18:00.94] | The peal of bells |
| [18:03.42] | White towers |
| [18:06.23] | Weialala leia |
| [18:12.99] | Wallala leialala |
| [18:21.65] | “Trams and dusty trees. “ |
| [18:24.90] | Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew |
| [18:28.32] | Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees |
| [18:33.35] | Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.” |
| [18:37.83] | “My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart “ |
| [18:41.30] | Under my feet. After the event |
| [18:45.50] | He wept. He promised a ‘new start.’ |
| [18:51.20] | I made no comment. What should I resent?” |
| [18:57.47] | “On Margate Sands. “ |
| [19:00.68] | I can connect |
| [19:01.83] | Nothing with nothing. |
| [19:04.64] | The broken fingernails of dirty hands. |
| [19:09.67] | My people humble people who expect |
| [19:13.91] | Nothing |
| [19:16.54] | la la |
| [19:23.17] | To Carthage then I came |
| [19:27.40] | Burning burning burning burning |
| [19:35.6] | O Lord Thou pluckest me out |
| [19:39.72] | O Lord Thou pluckest |
| [19:45.16] | burning |
| [19:52.91] | IV. Death by Water |
| [19:56.17] | Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, |
| [19:59.56] | Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell |
| [20:03.89] | And the profit and loss. |
| [20:06.92] | A current under sea |
| [20:08.65] | Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell |
| [20:14.56] | He passed the stages of his age and youth |
| [20:17.57] | Entering the whirlpool. |
| [20:21.6] | Gentile or Jew |
| [20:23.35] | O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, |
| [20:27.57] | Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you. |
| [20:37.26] | V. What the Thunder Said |
| [20:41.83] | After the torchlight red on sweaty faces |
| [20:45.79] | After the frosty silence in the gardens |
| [20:49.76] | After the agony in stony places |
| [20:53.19] | The shouting and the crying |
| [20:55.69] | Prison and palace and reverberation |
| [20:58.59] | Of thunder of spring over distant mountains |
| [21:03.35] | He who was living is now dead |
| [21:07.24] | We who were living are now dying |
| [21:10.76] | With a little patience |
| [21:14.53] | Here is no water but only rock |
| [21:18.14] | Rock and no water and the sandy road |
| [21:22.50] | The road winding above among the mountains |
| [21:25.76] | Which are mountains of rock without water |
| [21:29.69] | If there were water we should stop and drink |
| [21:32.92] | Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think |
| [21:36.65] | Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand |
| [21:40.74] | If there were only water amongst the rock |
| [21:44.10] | Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit |
| [21:48.52] | Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit |
| [21:53.20] | There is not even silence in the mountains |
| [21:56.88] | But dry sterile thunder without rain |
| [22:01.85] | There is not even solitude in the mountains |
| [22:05.55] | But red sullen faces sneer and snarl |
| [22:10.25] | From doors of mudcracked houses |
| [22:14.49] | If there were water |
| [22:16.4] | And no rock |
| [22:17.86] | If there were rock |
| [22:18.88] | And also water |
| [22:20.94] | And water |
| [22:22.34] | A spring |
| [22:24.12] | A pool among the rock |
| [22:26.5] | If there were the sound of water only |
| [22:29.9] | Not the cicada |
| [22:30.67] | And dry grass singing |
| [22:33.14] | But sound of water over a rock |
| [22:35.71] | Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees |
| [22:39.23] | Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop |
| [22:46.59] | But there is no water |
| [22:51.74] | Who is the third who walks always beside you? |
| [22:54.68] | When I count, there are only you and I together |
| [22:57.33] | But when I look ahead up the white road |
| [22:59.59] | There is always another one walking beside you |
| [23:02.44] | Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded |
| [23:06.34] | I do not know whether a man or a woman |
| [23:10.26] | —But who is that on the other side of you? —— |
| [23:15.50] | What is that sound high in the air |
| [23:18.54] | Murmur of maternal lamentation |
| [23:21.81] | Who are those hooded hordes swarming |
| [23:24.49] | Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth |
| [23:29.2] | Ringed by the flat horizon only |
| [23:32.81] | What is the city over the mountains |
| [23:35.78] | Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air |
| [23:40.84] | Falling towers |
| [23:42.96] | Jerusalem Athens Alexandria |
| [23:47.23] | Vienna London |
| [23:51.64] | Unreal |
| [23:56.17] | A woman drew her long black hair out tight |
| [23:59.28] | And fiddled whisper music on those strings |
| [24:02.40] | And bats with baby faces in the violet light |
| [24:05.61] | Whistled, and beat their wings |
| [24:07.83] | And crawled head downward down a blackened wall |
| [24:10.86] | And upside down in air were towers |
| [24:13.61] | Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours |
| [24:17.36] | And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells. |
| [24:25.10] | In this decayed hole among the mountains |
| [24:28.66] | In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing |
| [24:32.22] | Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel |
| [24:37.17] | There is the empty chapel, only the wind’s home. |
| [24:42.39] | It has no windows, and the door swings, |
| [24:47.35] | Dry bones can harm no one. |
| [24:50.83] | Only a cock stood on the rooftree |
| [24:54.13] | Co co rico co co rico |
| [24:59.33] | In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust |
| [25:03.91] | Bringing rain |
| [25:06.93] | Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves |
| [25:10.24] | Waited for rain, while the black clouds |
| [25:13.90] | Gathered far distant, over Himavant. |
| [25:18.87] | The jungle crouched, humped in silence. |
| [25:23.95] | Then spoke the thunder |
| [25:27.65] | DA |
| [25:29.77] | _what have we given |
| [25:35.9] | My friend, blood shaking my heart |
| [25:38.46] | The awful daring of a moment’s surrender |
| [25:41.30] | Which an age of prudence can never retract |
| [25:44.60] | By this, and this only, we have existed |
| [25:47.91] | Which is not to be found in our obituaries |
| [25:50.51] | Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider |
| [25:53.96] | Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor |
| [25:56.70] | In our empty rooms |
| [25:59.69] | DA |
| [26:01.41] | _I have heard the key |
| [26:06.25] | Turn in the door once and turn once only |
| [26:11.6] | We think of the key, each in his prison |
| [26:14.98] | Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison |
| [26:19.20] | Only at nightfall, aethereal rumours |
| [26:23.68] | Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus |
| [26:29.18] | DA |
| [26:30.90] | Damyata: The boat responded Damyata: |
| [26:34.56] | Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar |
| [26:37.90] | The sea was calm, your heart would have responded |
| [26:41.30] | Gaily, when invited, beating obedient |
| [26:44.27] | To controlling hands |
| [26:48.69] | I sat upon the shore |
| [26:50.48] | Fishing, with the arid plain behind me |
| [26:54.89] | Shall I at least set my lands in order? |
| [26:59.2] | London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down |
| [27:06.58] | Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina |
| [27:10.83] | Quando fiam uti chelidon—O swallow swallow |
| [27:19.85] | Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie |
| [27:25.83] | These fragments I have shored against my ruins |
| [27:31.16] | Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe. |
| [27:36.59] | Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. |
| [27:44.36] | Shantih shantih shantih |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : T. S. Eliot |
| [00:00.0] | The Waste Land |
| [00:01.98] | I. The Burial of the Dead |
| [00:05.98] | April is the cruellest month, breeding |
| [00:09.30] | Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing |
| [00:12.48] | Memory and desire, stirring |
| [00:15.25] | Dull roots with spring rain. |
| [00:18.80] | Winter kept us warm, covering |
| [00:20.93] | Earth in forgetful snow, feeding |
| [00:23.84] | A little life with dried tubers. |
| [00:28.15] | Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee |
| [00:30.97] | With a shower of rain we stopped in the colonnade, |
| [00:34.19] | And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, |
| [00:37.4] | And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. |
| [00:39.93] | Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch. |
| [00:45.55] | And when we were children, staying at the archduke' s, |
| [00:48.39] | My cousin' s, he took me out on a sled, |
| [00:50.49] | And I was frightened. He said, Marie, |
| [00:53.57] | Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. |
| [00:58.76] | In the mountains, there you feel free. |
| [01:02.87] | I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. |
| [01:10.19] | What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow |
| [01:14.2] | Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, |
| [01:17.96] | You cannot say, or guess, for you know only |
| [01:21.85] | A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, |
| [01:25.66] | And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, |
| [01:30.65] | And the dry stone no sound of water. Only |
| [01:35.86] | There is shadow under this red rock, |
| [01:39.53] | Come in under the shadow of this red rock, |
| [01:43.34] | And I will show you something different from either |
| [01:46.7] | Your shadow at morning striding behind you |
| [01:50.10] | Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you |
| [01:54.78] | I will show you fear in a handful of dust. |
| [02:02.64] | Frisch weht der Wind |
| [02:04.80] | Der Heimat zu |
| [02:06.93] | Mein Irisch Kind, |
| [02:09.2] | Wo weilest du? |
| [02:12.5] | " You gave me hyacinths first a year ago " |
| [02:15.96] | " They called me the hyacinth girl." |
| [02:20.42] | Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, |
| [02:24.41] | Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not |
| [02:28.44] | Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither |
| [02:32.77] | Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, |
| [02:37.6] | Looking into the heart of light, the silence. |
| [02:42.20] | Oed' und leer das Meer. |
| [02:47.95] | Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante, |
| [02:51.42] | Had a bad cold, nevertheless |
| [02:53.92] | Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe, |
| [02:56.53] | With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she, |
| [03:01.8] | Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor, |
| [03:05.77] | Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look! |
| [03:10.23] | Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks, |
| [03:14.33] | The lady of situations. |
| [03:17.99] | Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel, |
| [03:24.96] | And here is the oneeyed merchant, and this card, |
| [03:29.41] | Which is blank, is something he carries on his back, |
| [03:34.12] | Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find |
| [03:40.87] | The Hanged Man. Fear death by water. |
| [03:48.61] | I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring. |
| [03:55.14] | Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone, |
| [04:00.72] | Tell her I bring the horoscope myself: |
| [04:03.67] | One must be so careful these days. |
| [04:09.33] | Unreal City, |
| [04:11.84] | Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, |
| [04:15.38] | A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, |
| [04:19.58] | I had not thought death had undone so many. |
| [04:23.92] | Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, |
| [04:28.6] | And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. |
| [04:31.44] | Flowed up the hill and down King William Street, |
| [04:34.80] | To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours |
| [04:38.14] | With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine. |
| [04:42.68] | There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: " Stetson! |
| [04:48.53] | " You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! |
| [04:52.26] | " That corpse you planted last year in your garden, |
| [04:55.78] | " Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year? |
| [05:00.24] | " Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed? |
| [05:04.6] | " Oh keep the Dog far hence, that' s friend to men, |
| [05:09.7] | " Or with his nails he' ll dig it up again! |
| [05:12.81] | " You! hypocrite lecteur! mon semblable, mon fre re!" |
| [05:26.24] | II. A Game of Chess |
| [05:29.96] | The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, |
| [05:33.10] | Glowed on the marble, where the glass |
| [05:35.87] | Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines |
| [05:39.17] | From which a golden Cupidon peeped out |
| [05:41.64] | Another hid his eyes behind his wing |
| [05:44.23] | Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra |
| [05:47.67] | Reflecting light upon the table as |
| [05:49.91] | The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it, |
| [05:52.45] | From satin cases poured in rich profusion |
| [05:57.23] | In vials of ivory and coloured glass |
| [05:59.83] | Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes, |
| [06:04.58] | Unguent, powdered, or liquid troubled, confused |
| [06:09.71] | And drowned the sense in odours stirred by the air |
| [06:14.79] | That freshened from the window, these ascended |
| [06:18.2] | In fattening the prolonged candleflames, |
| [06:21.28] | Flung their smoke into the laquearia, |
| [06:24.15] | Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling. |
| [06:27.4] | Huge seawood fed with copper |
| [06:29.71] | Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone, |
| [06:34.44] | In which sad light a carve d dolphin swam. |
| [06:39.78] | Above the antique mantel was displayed |
| [06:42.50] | As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene |
| [06:45.92] | The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king |
| [06:49.57] | So rudely forced yet there the nightingale |
| [06:54.48] | Filled all the desert with inviolable voice |
| [06:57.84] | And still she cried, and still the world pursues, |
| [07:03.19] | " Jug Jug" to dirty ears. " |
| [07:07.20] | And other withered stumps of time |
| [07:09.55] | Were told upon the walls staring forms |
| [07:13.38] | Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed. |
| [07:18.40] | Footsteps shuffled on the stair. |
| [07:21.50] | Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair |
| [07:24.71] | Spread out in fiery points |
| [07:27.39] | Glowed into words, then would be savagely still. |
| [07:34.90] | " My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me. " |
| [07:38.81] | " Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak. |
| [07:43.13] | " What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? |
| [07:45.95] | " I never know what you are thinking. Think." |
| [07:50.85] | I think we are in rats' alley |
| [07:53.38] | Where the dead men lost their bones. |
| [07:57.7] | " What is that noise?" " |
| [07:59.68] | The wind under the door. |
| [08:02.21] | " What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?" |
| [08:05.92] | Nothing again nothing. |
| [08:10.60] | " Do you know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember nothing?" |
| [08:19.39] | I remember |
| [08:21.4] | Those are pearls that were his eyes. |
| [08:25.13] | " Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?" |
| [08:29.31] | But |
| [08:30.56] | O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag |
| [08:34.72] | It' s so elegant |
| [08:36.26] | So intelligent |
| [08:38.15] | " What shall I do now? What shall I do?" |
| [08:40.73] | " I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street |
| [08:42.39] | " With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow? |
| [08:46.92] | " What shall we ever do?" |
| [08:49.95] | The hot water at ten. |
| [08:52.48] | And if it rains, a closed car at four. |
| [08:56.43] | And we shall play a game of chess, |
| [08:59.2] | Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door. |
| [09:07.35] | When Lil' s husband got demobbed, I said |
| [09:10.40] | I didn' t mince my words, I said to her myself, |
| [09:13.73] | HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
| [09:16.43] | Now Albert' s coming back, make yourself a bit smart. |
| [09:20.30] | He' ll want to know what you done with that money he gave you |
| [09:22.51] | To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there. |
| [09:27.97] | You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set, |
| [09:31.5] | He said, I swear, I can' t bear to look at you. |
| [09:34.14] | And no more can' t I, I said, and think of poor Albert, |
| [09:37.95] | He' s been in the army four years, he wants a good time, |
| [09:41.49] | And if you don' t give it him, there' s others will, I said. |
| [09:44.31] | Oh is there, she said. something o' that, I said. |
| [09:48.39] | Then I' ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look. |
| [09:52.43] | HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
| [09:55.48] | If you don' t like it you can get on with it, I said. |
| [09:58.4] | Others can pick and choose if you can' t. |
| [10:00.87] | But if Albert makes off, it won' t be for lack of telling. |
| [10:04.41] | You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique. |
| [10:08.96] | And her only thirtyone. |
| [10:11.82] | I can' t help it, she said, pulling a long face, |
| [10:14.41] | It' s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said. |
| [10:18.43] | She' s had five already, and nearly died of young George. |
| [10:23.20] | The chemist said it would be all right, but I' ve never been the same. |
| [10:27.59] | You are a proper fool, I said. |
| [10:30.79] | Well, if Albert won' t leave you alone, there it is, I said, |
| [10:33.94] | What you get married for if you don' t want children? |
| [10:36.91] | HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
| [10:39.49] | Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon, |
| [10:42.73] | And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot |
| [10:46.17] | HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
| [10:48.3] | HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
| [10:50.88] | Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. |
| [10:55.98] | Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight. |
| [11:00.4] | Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night. |
| [11:11.95] | III. The Fire Sermon |
| [11:15.55] | The river' s tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf |
| [11:19.60] | Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind |
| [11:23.9] | Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed. |
| [11:28.91] | Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song. |
| [11:33.38] | The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers, |
| [11:36.54] | Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends |
| [11:40.19] | Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed. |
| [11:45.95] | And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors |
| [11:49.96] | Departed, have left no addresses. |
| [11:54.84] | By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . . |
| [11:58.51] | Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song, |
| [12:01.82] | Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long. |
| [12:07.7] | But at my back in a cold blast I hear |
| [12:10.29] | The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear. |
| [12:16.71] | A rat crept softly through the vegetation |
| [12:19.93] | Dragging its slimy belly on the bank |
| [12:22.38] | While I was fishing in the dull canal |
| [12:24.96] | On a winter evening round behind the gashouse |
| [12:28.58] | Musing upon the king my brother' s wreck |
| [12:31.2] | And on the king my father' s death before him. |
| [12:35.21] | White bodies naked on the low damp ground |
| [12:38.95] | And bones cast in a little low dry garret, |
| [12:43.2] | Rattled by the rat' s foot only, year to year. |
| [12:48.78] | But at my back from time to time I hear |
| [12:51.66] | The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring |
| [12:55.79] | Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring. |
| [12:59.56] | O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter |
| [13:04.1] | And on her daughter |
| [13:06.35] | They wash their feet in soda water |
| [13:11.85] | Et O ces voix d' enfants, chantant dans la coupole! |
| [13:18.50] | Twit twit twit |
| [13:20.76] | Jug jug jug jug jug jug |
| [13:25.49] | So rudely forc' d. |
| [13:30.11] | Tereu |
| [13:35.14] | Unreal City |
| [13:37.99] | Under the brown fog of a winter noon |
| [13:41.2] | Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant |
| [13:43.50] | Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants |
| [13:46.18] | C. i. f. London: documents at sight, |
| [13:49.57] | Asked me in demotic French |
| [13:51.93] | To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel |
| [13:54.25] | Followed by a weekend at the Metropole. |
| [13:58.81] | At the violet hour, when the eyes and back |
| [14:01.81] | Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits |
| [14:05.78] | Like a taxi throbbing waiting, |
| [14:09.56] | I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives, |
| [14:15.76] | Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see |
| [14:20.46] | At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives |
| [14:24.70] | Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea, |
| [14:28.86] | The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights |
| [14:33.77] | Her stove, and lays out food in tins. |
| [14:38.28] | Out of the window perilously spread |
| [14:40.63] | Her drying combinations touched by the sun' s last rays, |
| [14:45.73] | On the divan are piled at night her bed |
| [14:48.79] | Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays. |
| [14:53.75] | I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs |
| [14:57.23] | Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest |
| [15:01.7] | I too awaited the expected guest. |
| [15:04.87] | He, the young man carbuncular, arrives, |
| [15:07.98] | A small house agent' s clerk, with one bold stare, |
| [15:12.29] | One of the low on whom assurance sits |
| [15:14.79] | As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire. |
| [15:18.25] | The time is now propitious, as he guesses, |
| [15:20.89] | The meal is ended, she is bored and tired, |
| [15:24.12] | Endeavours to engage her in caresses |
| [15:26.78] | Which still are unreproved, if undesired. |
| [15:30.30] | Flushed and decided, he assaults at once |
| [15:33.16] | Exploring hands encounter no defence |
| [15:36.22] | His vanity requires no response, |
| [15:38.93] | And makes a welcome of indifference. |
| [15:42.35] | And I Tiresias have foresuffered all |
| [15:45.25] | Enacted on this same divan or bed |
| [15:48.94] | I who have sat by Thebes below the wall |
| [15:52.26] | And walked among the lowest of the dead. |
| [15:55.74] | Bestows one final patronising kiss, |
| [15:59.57] | And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . . |
| [16:05.53] | She turns and looks a moment in the glass, |
| [16:08.11] | Hardly aware of her departed lover |
| [16:11.13] | Her brain allows one halfformed thought to pass: |
| [16:15.41] | " Well now that' s done: and I' m glad it' s over." " |
| [16:20.1] | When lovely woman stoops to folly and |
| [16:23.8] | Paces about her room again, alone, |
| [16:26.64] | She smoothes her hair with automatic hand, |
| [16:30.50] | And puts a record on the gramophone. |
| [16:35.20] | " This music crept by me upon the waters" " |
| [16:39.81] | And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street. |
| [16:43.58] | O City city, I can sometimes hear |
| [16:47.87] | Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, |
| [16:50.81] | The pleasant whining of a mandoline |
| [16:53.8] | And a clatter and a chatter from within |
| [16:55.68] | Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls |
| [16:59.57] | Of Magnus Martyr hold |
| [17:02.24] | Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold. |
| [17:09.47] | The river sweats |
| [17:10.62] | Oil and tar |
| [17:12.39] | The barges drift |
| [17:13.60] | With the turning tide |
| [17:15.62] | Red sails |
| [17:16.69] | Wide |
| [17:17.34] | To leeward, swing on the heavy spar. |
| [17:21.66] | The barges wash |
| [17:22.91] | Drifting logs |
| [17:24.72] | Down Greenwich reach |
| [17:26.47] | Past the Isle of Dogs. |
| [17:29.39] | Weialala leia |
| [17:35.66] | Wallala leialala |
| [17:44.80] | Elizabeth and Leicester |
| [17:46.80] | Beating oars |
| [17:48.72] | The stern was formed |
| [17:50.31] | A gilded shell |
| [17:52.0] | Red and gold |
| [17:54.5] | The brisk swell |
| [17:55.34] | Rippled both shores |
| [17:57.42] | Southwest wind |
| [17:59.13] | Carried down stream |
| [18:00.94] | The peal of bells |
| [18:03.42] | White towers |
| [18:06.23] | Weialala leia |
| [18:12.99] | Wallala leialala |
| [18:21.65] | " Trams and dusty trees. " |
| [18:24.90] | Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew |
| [18:28.32] | Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees |
| [18:33.35] | Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe." |
| [18:37.83] | " My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart " |
| [18:41.30] | Under my feet. After the event |
| [18:45.50] | He wept. He promised a ' new start.' |
| [18:51.20] | I made no comment. What should I resent?" |
| [18:57.47] | " On Margate Sands. " |
| [19:00.68] | I can connect |
| [19:01.83] | Nothing with nothing. |
| [19:04.64] | The broken fingernails of dirty hands. |
| [19:09.67] | My people humble people who expect |
| [19:13.91] | Nothing |
| [19:16.54] | la la |
| [19:23.17] | To Carthage then I came |
| [19:27.40] | Burning burning burning burning |
| [19:35.6] | O Lord Thou pluckest me out |
| [19:39.72] | O Lord Thou pluckest |
| [19:45.16] | burning |
| [19:52.91] | IV. Death by Water |
| [19:56.17] | Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, |
| [19:59.56] | Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell |
| [20:03.89] | And the profit and loss. |
| [20:06.92] | A current under sea |
| [20:08.65] | Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell |
| [20:14.56] | He passed the stages of his age and youth |
| [20:17.57] | Entering the whirlpool. |
| [20:21.6] | Gentile or Jew |
| [20:23.35] | O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, |
| [20:27.57] | Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you. |
| [20:37.26] | V. What the Thunder Said |
| [20:41.83] | After the torchlight red on sweaty faces |
| [20:45.79] | After the frosty silence in the gardens |
| [20:49.76] | After the agony in stony places |
| [20:53.19] | The shouting and the crying |
| [20:55.69] | Prison and palace and reverberation |
| [20:58.59] | Of thunder of spring over distant mountains |
| [21:03.35] | He who was living is now dead |
| [21:07.24] | We who were living are now dying |
| [21:10.76] | With a little patience |
| [21:14.53] | Here is no water but only rock |
| [21:18.14] | Rock and no water and the sandy road |
| [21:22.50] | The road winding above among the mountains |
| [21:25.76] | Which are mountains of rock without water |
| [21:29.69] | If there were water we should stop and drink |
| [21:32.92] | Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think |
| [21:36.65] | Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand |
| [21:40.74] | If there were only water amongst the rock |
| [21:44.10] | Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit |
| [21:48.52] | Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit |
| [21:53.20] | There is not even silence in the mountains |
| [21:56.88] | But dry sterile thunder without rain |
| [22:01.85] | There is not even solitude in the mountains |
| [22:05.55] | But red sullen faces sneer and snarl |
| [22:10.25] | From doors of mudcracked houses |
| [22:14.49] | If there were water |
| [22:16.4] | And no rock |
| [22:17.86] | If there were rock |
| [22:18.88] | And also water |
| [22:20.94] | And water |
| [22:22.34] | A spring |
| [22:24.12] | A pool among the rock |
| [22:26.5] | If there were the sound of water only |
| [22:29.9] | Not the cicada |
| [22:30.67] | And dry grass singing |
| [22:33.14] | But sound of water over a rock |
| [22:35.71] | Where the hermitthrush sings in the pine trees |
| [22:39.23] | Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop |
| [22:46.59] | But there is no water |
| [22:51.74] | Who is the third who walks always beside you? |
| [22:54.68] | When I count, there are only you and I together |
| [22:57.33] | But when I look ahead up the white road |
| [22:59.59] | There is always another one walking beside you |
| [23:02.44] | Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded |
| [23:06.34] | I do not know whether a man or a woman |
| [23:10.26] | But who is that on the other side of you? |
| [23:15.50] | What is that sound high in the air |
| [23:18.54] | Murmur of maternal lamentation |
| [23:21.81] | Who are those hooded hordes swarming |
| [23:24.49] | Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth |
| [23:29.2] | Ringed by the flat horizon only |
| [23:32.81] | What is the city over the mountains |
| [23:35.78] | Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air |
| [23:40.84] | Falling towers |
| [23:42.96] | Jerusalem Athens Alexandria |
| [23:47.23] | Vienna London |
| [23:51.64] | Unreal |
| [23:56.17] | A woman drew her long black hair out tight |
| [23:59.28] | And fiddled whisper music on those strings |
| [24:02.40] | And bats with baby faces in the violet light |
| [24:05.61] | Whistled, and beat their wings |
| [24:07.83] | And crawled head downward down a blackened wall |
| [24:10.86] | And upside down in air were towers |
| [24:13.61] | Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours |
| [24:17.36] | And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells. |
| [24:25.10] | In this decayed hole among the mountains |
| [24:28.66] | In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing |
| [24:32.22] | Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel |
| [24:37.17] | There is the empty chapel, only the wind' s home. |
| [24:42.39] | It has no windows, and the door swings, |
| [24:47.35] | Dry bones can harm no one. |
| [24:50.83] | Only a cock stood on the rooftree |
| [24:54.13] | Co co rico co co rico |
| [24:59.33] | In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust |
| [25:03.91] | Bringing rain |
| [25:06.93] | Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves |
| [25:10.24] | Waited for rain, while the black clouds |
| [25:13.90] | Gathered far distant, over Himavant. |
| [25:18.87] | The jungle crouched, humped in silence. |
| [25:23.95] | Then spoke the thunder |
| [25:27.65] | DA |
| [25:29.77] | _what have we given |
| [25:35.9] | My friend, blood shaking my heart |
| [25:38.46] | The awful daring of a moment' s surrender |
| [25:41.30] | Which an age of prudence can never retract |
| [25:44.60] | By this, and this only, we have existed |
| [25:47.91] | Which is not to be found in our obituaries |
| [25:50.51] | Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider |
| [25:53.96] | Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor |
| [25:56.70] | In our empty rooms |
| [25:59.69] | DA |
| [26:01.41] | _I have heard the key |
| [26:06.25] | Turn in the door once and turn once only |
| [26:11.6] | We think of the key, each in his prison |
| [26:14.98] | Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison |
| [26:19.20] | Only at nightfall, aethereal rumours |
| [26:23.68] | Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus |
| [26:29.18] | DA |
| [26:30.90] | Damyata: The boat responded Damyata: |
| [26:34.56] | Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar |
| [26:37.90] | The sea was calm, your heart would have responded |
| [26:41.30] | Gaily, when invited, beating obedient |
| [26:44.27] | To controlling hands |
| [26:48.69] | I sat upon the shore |
| [26:50.48] | Fishing, with the arid plain behind me |
| [26:54.89] | Shall I at least set my lands in order? |
| [26:59.2] | London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down |
| [27:06.58] | Poi s' ascose nel foco che gli affina |
| [27:10.83] | Quando fiam uti chelidon O swallow swallow |
| [27:19.85] | Le Prince d' Aquitaine a la tour abolie |
| [27:25.83] | These fragments I have shored against my ruins |
| [27:31.16] | Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo' s mad againe. |
| [27:36.59] | Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. |
| [27:44.36] | Shantih shantih shantih |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : T. S. Eliot |
| [00:00.0] | The Waste Land |
| [00:01.98] | I. The Burial of the Dead |
| [00:05.98] | April is the cruellest month, breeding |
| [00:09.30] | Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing |
| [00:12.48] | Memory and desire, stirring |
| [00:15.25] | Dull roots with spring rain. |
| [00:18.80] | Winter kept us warm, covering |
| [00:20.93] | Earth in forgetful snow, feeding |
| [00:23.84] | A little life with dried tubers. |
| [00:28.15] | Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee |
| [00:30.97] | With a shower of rain we stopped in the colonnade, |
| [00:34.19] | And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, |
| [00:37.4] | And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. |
| [00:39.93] | Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch. |
| [00:45.55] | And when we were children, staying at the archduke' s, |
| [00:48.39] | My cousin' s, he took me out on a sled, |
| [00:50.49] | And I was frightened. He said, Marie, |
| [00:53.57] | Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. |
| [00:58.76] | In the mountains, there you feel free. |
| [01:02.87] | I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. |
| [01:10.19] | What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow |
| [01:14.2] | Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, |
| [01:17.96] | You cannot say, or guess, for you know only |
| [01:21.85] | A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, |
| [01:25.66] | And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, |
| [01:30.65] | And the dry stone no sound of water. Only |
| [01:35.86] | There is shadow under this red rock, |
| [01:39.53] | Come in under the shadow of this red rock, |
| [01:43.34] | And I will show you something different from either |
| [01:46.7] | Your shadow at morning striding behind you |
| [01:50.10] | Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you |
| [01:54.78] | I will show you fear in a handful of dust. |
| [02:02.64] | Frisch weht der Wind |
| [02:04.80] | Der Heimat zu |
| [02:06.93] | Mein Irisch Kind, |
| [02:09.2] | Wo weilest du? |
| [02:12.5] | " You gave me hyacinths first a year ago " |
| [02:15.96] | " They called me the hyacinth girl." |
| [02:20.42] | Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, |
| [02:24.41] | Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not |
| [02:28.44] | Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither |
| [02:32.77] | Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, |
| [02:37.6] | Looking into the heart of light, the silence. |
| [02:42.20] | Oed' und leer das Meer. |
| [02:47.95] | Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante, |
| [02:51.42] | Had a bad cold, nevertheless |
| [02:53.92] | Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe, |
| [02:56.53] | With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she, |
| [03:01.8] | Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor, |
| [03:05.77] | Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look! |
| [03:10.23] | Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks, |
| [03:14.33] | The lady of situations. |
| [03:17.99] | Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel, |
| [03:24.96] | And here is the oneeyed merchant, and this card, |
| [03:29.41] | Which is blank, is something he carries on his back, |
| [03:34.12] | Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find |
| [03:40.87] | The Hanged Man. Fear death by water. |
| [03:48.61] | I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring. |
| [03:55.14] | Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone, |
| [04:00.72] | Tell her I bring the horoscope myself: |
| [04:03.67] | One must be so careful these days. |
| [04:09.33] | Unreal City, |
| [04:11.84] | Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, |
| [04:15.38] | A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, |
| [04:19.58] | I had not thought death had undone so many. |
| [04:23.92] | Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, |
| [04:28.6] | And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. |
| [04:31.44] | Flowed up the hill and down King William Street, |
| [04:34.80] | To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours |
| [04:38.14] | With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine. |
| [04:42.68] | There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: " Stetson! |
| [04:48.53] | " You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! |
| [04:52.26] | " That corpse you planted last year in your garden, |
| [04:55.78] | " Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year? |
| [05:00.24] | " Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed? |
| [05:04.6] | " Oh keep the Dog far hence, that' s friend to men, |
| [05:09.7] | " Or with his nails he' ll dig it up again! |
| [05:12.81] | " You! hypocrite lecteur! mon semblable, mon frè re!" |
| [05:26.24] | II. A Game of Chess |
| [05:29.96] | The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, |
| [05:33.10] | Glowed on the marble, where the glass |
| [05:35.87] | Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines |
| [05:39.17] | From which a golden Cupidon peeped out |
| [05:41.64] | Another hid his eyes behind his wing |
| [05:44.23] | Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra |
| [05:47.67] | Reflecting light upon the table as |
| [05:49.91] | The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it, |
| [05:52.45] | From satin cases poured in rich profusion |
| [05:57.23] | In vials of ivory and coloured glass |
| [05:59.83] | Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes, |
| [06:04.58] | Unguent, powdered, or liquid troubled, confused |
| [06:09.71] | And drowned the sense in odours stirred by the air |
| [06:14.79] | That freshened from the window, these ascended |
| [06:18.2] | In fattening the prolonged candleflames, |
| [06:21.28] | Flung their smoke into the laquearia, |
| [06:24.15] | Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling. |
| [06:27.4] | Huge seawood fed with copper |
| [06:29.71] | Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone, |
| [06:34.44] | In which sad light a carvé d dolphin swam. |
| [06:39.78] | Above the antique mantel was displayed |
| [06:42.50] | As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene |
| [06:45.92] | The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king |
| [06:49.57] | So rudely forced yet there the nightingale |
| [06:54.48] | Filled all the desert with inviolable voice |
| [06:57.84] | And still she cried, and still the world pursues, |
| [07:03.19] | " Jug Jug" to dirty ears. " |
| [07:07.20] | And other withered stumps of time |
| [07:09.55] | Were told upon the walls staring forms |
| [07:13.38] | Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed. |
| [07:18.40] | Footsteps shuffled on the stair. |
| [07:21.50] | Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair |
| [07:24.71] | Spread out in fiery points |
| [07:27.39] | Glowed into words, then would be savagely still. |
| [07:34.90] | " My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me. " |
| [07:38.81] | " Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak. |
| [07:43.13] | " What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? |
| [07:45.95] | " I never know what you are thinking. Think." |
| [07:50.85] | I think we are in rats' alley |
| [07:53.38] | Where the dead men lost their bones. |
| [07:57.7] | " What is that noise?" " |
| [07:59.68] | The wind under the door. |
| [08:02.21] | " What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?" |
| [08:05.92] | Nothing again nothing. |
| [08:10.60] | " Do you know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember nothing?" |
| [08:19.39] | I remember |
| [08:21.4] | Those are pearls that were his eyes. |
| [08:25.13] | " Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?" |
| [08:29.31] | But |
| [08:30.56] | O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag |
| [08:34.72] | It' s so elegant |
| [08:36.26] | So intelligent |
| [08:38.15] | " What shall I do now? What shall I do?" |
| [08:40.73] | " I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street |
| [08:42.39] | " With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow? |
| [08:46.92] | " What shall we ever do?" |
| [08:49.95] | The hot water at ten. |
| [08:52.48] | And if it rains, a closed car at four. |
| [08:56.43] | And we shall play a game of chess, |
| [08:59.2] | Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door. |
| [09:07.35] | When Lil' s husband got demobbed, I said |
| [09:10.40] | I didn' t mince my words, I said to her myself, |
| [09:13.73] | HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
| [09:16.43] | Now Albert' s coming back, make yourself a bit smart. |
| [09:20.30] | He' ll want to know what you done with that money he gave you |
| [09:22.51] | To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there. |
| [09:27.97] | You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set, |
| [09:31.5] | He said, I swear, I can' t bear to look at you. |
| [09:34.14] | And no more can' t I, I said, and think of poor Albert, |
| [09:37.95] | He' s been in the army four years, he wants a good time, |
| [09:41.49] | And if you don' t give it him, there' s others will, I said. |
| [09:44.31] | Oh is there, she said. something o' that, I said. |
| [09:48.39] | Then I' ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look. |
| [09:52.43] | HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
| [09:55.48] | If you don' t like it you can get on with it, I said. |
| [09:58.4] | Others can pick and choose if you can' t. |
| [10:00.87] | But if Albert makes off, it won' t be for lack of telling. |
| [10:04.41] | You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique. |
| [10:08.96] | And her only thirtyone. |
| [10:11.82] | I can' t help it, she said, pulling a long face, |
| [10:14.41] | It' s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said. |
| [10:18.43] | She' s had five already, and nearly died of young George. |
| [10:23.20] | The chemist said it would be all right, but I' ve never been the same. |
| [10:27.59] | You are a proper fool, I said. |
| [10:30.79] | Well, if Albert won' t leave you alone, there it is, I said, |
| [10:33.94] | What you get married for if you don' t want children? |
| [10:36.91] | HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
| [10:39.49] | Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon, |
| [10:42.73] | And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot |
| [10:46.17] | HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
| [10:48.3] | HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
| [10:50.88] | Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. |
| [10:55.98] | Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight. |
| [11:00.4] | Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night. |
| [11:11.95] | III. The Fire Sermon |
| [11:15.55] | The river' s tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf |
| [11:19.60] | Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind |
| [11:23.9] | Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed. |
| [11:28.91] | Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song. |
| [11:33.38] | The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers, |
| [11:36.54] | Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends |
| [11:40.19] | Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed. |
| [11:45.95] | And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors |
| [11:49.96] | Departed, have left no addresses. |
| [11:54.84] | By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . . |
| [11:58.51] | Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song, |
| [12:01.82] | Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long. |
| [12:07.7] | But at my back in a cold blast I hear |
| [12:10.29] | The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear. |
| [12:16.71] | A rat crept softly through the vegetation |
| [12:19.93] | Dragging its slimy belly on the bank |
| [12:22.38] | While I was fishing in the dull canal |
| [12:24.96] | On a winter evening round behind the gashouse |
| [12:28.58] | Musing upon the king my brother' s wreck |
| [12:31.2] | And on the king my father' s death before him. |
| [12:35.21] | White bodies naked on the low damp ground |
| [12:38.95] | And bones cast in a little low dry garret, |
| [12:43.2] | Rattled by the rat' s foot only, year to year. |
| [12:48.78] | But at my back from time to time I hear |
| [12:51.66] | The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring |
| [12:55.79] | Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring. |
| [12:59.56] | O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter |
| [13:04.1] | And on her daughter |
| [13:06.35] | They wash their feet in soda water |
| [13:11.85] | Et O ces voix d' enfants, chantant dans la coupole! |
| [13:18.50] | Twit twit twit |
| [13:20.76] | Jug jug jug jug jug jug |
| [13:25.49] | So rudely forc' d. |
| [13:30.11] | Tereu |
| [13:35.14] | Unreal City |
| [13:37.99] | Under the brown fog of a winter noon |
| [13:41.2] | Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant |
| [13:43.50] | Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants |
| [13:46.18] | C. i. f. London: documents at sight, |
| [13:49.57] | Asked me in demotic French |
| [13:51.93] | To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel |
| [13:54.25] | Followed by a weekend at the Metropole. |
| [13:58.81] | At the violet hour, when the eyes and back |
| [14:01.81] | Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits |
| [14:05.78] | Like a taxi throbbing waiting, |
| [14:09.56] | I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives, |
| [14:15.76] | Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see |
| [14:20.46] | At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives |
| [14:24.70] | Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea, |
| [14:28.86] | The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights |
| [14:33.77] | Her stove, and lays out food in tins. |
| [14:38.28] | Out of the window perilously spread |
| [14:40.63] | Her drying combinations touched by the sun' s last rays, |
| [14:45.73] | On the divan are piled at night her bed |
| [14:48.79] | Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays. |
| [14:53.75] | I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs |
| [14:57.23] | Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest |
| [15:01.7] | I too awaited the expected guest. |
| [15:04.87] | He, the young man carbuncular, arrives, |
| [15:07.98] | A small house agent' s clerk, with one bold stare, |
| [15:12.29] | One of the low on whom assurance sits |
| [15:14.79] | As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire. |
| [15:18.25] | The time is now propitious, as he guesses, |
| [15:20.89] | The meal is ended, she is bored and tired, |
| [15:24.12] | Endeavours to engage her in caresses |
| [15:26.78] | Which still are unreproved, if undesired. |
| [15:30.30] | Flushed and decided, he assaults at once |
| [15:33.16] | Exploring hands encounter no defence |
| [15:36.22] | His vanity requires no response, |
| [15:38.93] | And makes a welcome of indifference. |
| [15:42.35] | And I Tiresias have foresuffered all |
| [15:45.25] | Enacted on this same divan or bed |
| [15:48.94] | I who have sat by Thebes below the wall |
| [15:52.26] | And walked among the lowest of the dead. |
| [15:55.74] | Bestows one final patronising kiss, |
| [15:59.57] | And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . . |
| [16:05.53] | She turns and looks a moment in the glass, |
| [16:08.11] | Hardly aware of her departed lover |
| [16:11.13] | Her brain allows one halfformed thought to pass: |
| [16:15.41] | " Well now that' s done: and I' m glad it' s over." " |
| [16:20.1] | When lovely woman stoops to folly and |
| [16:23.8] | Paces about her room again, alone, |
| [16:26.64] | She smoothes her hair with automatic hand, |
| [16:30.50] | And puts a record on the gramophone. |
| [16:35.20] | " This music crept by me upon the waters" " |
| [16:39.81] | And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street. |
| [16:43.58] | O City city, I can sometimes hear |
| [16:47.87] | Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, |
| [16:50.81] | The pleasant whining of a mandoline |
| [16:53.8] | And a clatter and a chatter from within |
| [16:55.68] | Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls |
| [16:59.57] | Of Magnus Martyr hold |
| [17:02.24] | Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold. |
| [17:09.47] | The river sweats |
| [17:10.62] | Oil and tar |
| [17:12.39] | The barges drift |
| [17:13.60] | With the turning tide |
| [17:15.62] | Red sails |
| [17:16.69] | Wide |
| [17:17.34] | To leeward, swing on the heavy spar. |
| [17:21.66] | The barges wash |
| [17:22.91] | Drifting logs |
| [17:24.72] | Down Greenwich reach |
| [17:26.47] | Past the Isle of Dogs. |
| [17:29.39] | Weialala leia |
| [17:35.66] | Wallala leialala |
| [17:44.80] | Elizabeth and Leicester |
| [17:46.80] | Beating oars |
| [17:48.72] | The stern was formed |
| [17:50.31] | A gilded shell |
| [17:52.0] | Red and gold |
| [17:54.5] | The brisk swell |
| [17:55.34] | Rippled both shores |
| [17:57.42] | Southwest wind |
| [17:59.13] | Carried down stream |
| [18:00.94] | The peal of bells |
| [18:03.42] | White towers |
| [18:06.23] | Weialala leia |
| [18:12.99] | Wallala leialala |
| [18:21.65] | " Trams and dusty trees. " |
| [18:24.90] | Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew |
| [18:28.32] | Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees |
| [18:33.35] | Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe." |
| [18:37.83] | " My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart " |
| [18:41.30] | Under my feet. After the event |
| [18:45.50] | He wept. He promised a ' new start.' |
| [18:51.20] | I made no comment. What should I resent?" |
| [18:57.47] | " On Margate Sands. " |
| [19:00.68] | I can connect |
| [19:01.83] | Nothing with nothing. |
| [19:04.64] | The broken fingernails of dirty hands. |
| [19:09.67] | My people humble people who expect |
| [19:13.91] | Nothing |
| [19:16.54] | la la |
| [19:23.17] | To Carthage then I came |
| [19:27.40] | Burning burning burning burning |
| [19:35.6] | O Lord Thou pluckest me out |
| [19:39.72] | O Lord Thou pluckest |
| [19:45.16] | burning |
| [19:52.91] | IV. Death by Water |
| [19:56.17] | Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, |
| [19:59.56] | Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell |
| [20:03.89] | And the profit and loss. |
| [20:06.92] | A current under sea |
| [20:08.65] | Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell |
| [20:14.56] | He passed the stages of his age and youth |
| [20:17.57] | Entering the whirlpool. |
| [20:21.6] | Gentile or Jew |
| [20:23.35] | O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, |
| [20:27.57] | Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you. |
| [20:37.26] | V. What the Thunder Said |
| [20:41.83] | After the torchlight red on sweaty faces |
| [20:45.79] | After the frosty silence in the gardens |
| [20:49.76] | After the agony in stony places |
| [20:53.19] | The shouting and the crying |
| [20:55.69] | Prison and palace and reverberation |
| [20:58.59] | Of thunder of spring over distant mountains |
| [21:03.35] | He who was living is now dead |
| [21:07.24] | We who were living are now dying |
| [21:10.76] | With a little patience |
| [21:14.53] | Here is no water but only rock |
| [21:18.14] | Rock and no water and the sandy road |
| [21:22.50] | The road winding above among the mountains |
| [21:25.76] | Which are mountains of rock without water |
| [21:29.69] | If there were water we should stop and drink |
| [21:32.92] | Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think |
| [21:36.65] | Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand |
| [21:40.74] | If there were only water amongst the rock |
| [21:44.10] | Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit |
| [21:48.52] | Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit |
| [21:53.20] | There is not even silence in the mountains |
| [21:56.88] | But dry sterile thunder without rain |
| [22:01.85] | There is not even solitude in the mountains |
| [22:05.55] | But red sullen faces sneer and snarl |
| [22:10.25] | From doors of mudcracked houses |
| [22:14.49] | If there were water |
| [22:16.4] | And no rock |
| [22:17.86] | If there were rock |
| [22:18.88] | And also water |
| [22:20.94] | And water |
| [22:22.34] | A spring |
| [22:24.12] | A pool among the rock |
| [22:26.5] | If there were the sound of water only |
| [22:29.9] | Not the cicada |
| [22:30.67] | And dry grass singing |
| [22:33.14] | But sound of water over a rock |
| [22:35.71] | Where the hermitthrush sings in the pine trees |
| [22:39.23] | Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop |
| [22:46.59] | But there is no water |
| [22:51.74] | Who is the third who walks always beside you? |
| [22:54.68] | When I count, there are only you and I together |
| [22:57.33] | But when I look ahead up the white road |
| [22:59.59] | There is always another one walking beside you |
| [23:02.44] | Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded |
| [23:06.34] | I do not know whether a man or a woman |
| [23:10.26] | But who is that on the other side of you? |
| [23:15.50] | What is that sound high in the air |
| [23:18.54] | Murmur of maternal lamentation |
| [23:21.81] | Who are those hooded hordes swarming |
| [23:24.49] | Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth |
| [23:29.2] | Ringed by the flat horizon only |
| [23:32.81] | What is the city over the mountains |
| [23:35.78] | Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air |
| [23:40.84] | Falling towers |
| [23:42.96] | Jerusalem Athens Alexandria |
| [23:47.23] | Vienna London |
| [23:51.64] | Unreal |
| [23:56.17] | A woman drew her long black hair out tight |
| [23:59.28] | And fiddled whisper music on those strings |
| [24:02.40] | And bats with baby faces in the violet light |
| [24:05.61] | Whistled, and beat their wings |
| [24:07.83] | And crawled head downward down a blackened wall |
| [24:10.86] | And upside down in air were towers |
| [24:13.61] | Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours |
| [24:17.36] | And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells. |
| [24:25.10] | In this decayed hole among the mountains |
| [24:28.66] | In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing |
| [24:32.22] | Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel |
| [24:37.17] | There is the empty chapel, only the wind' s home. |
| [24:42.39] | It has no windows, and the door swings, |
| [24:47.35] | Dry bones can harm no one. |
| [24:50.83] | Only a cock stood on the rooftree |
| [24:54.13] | Co co rico co co rico |
| [24:59.33] | In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust |
| [25:03.91] | Bringing rain |
| [25:06.93] | Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves |
| [25:10.24] | Waited for rain, while the black clouds |
| [25:13.90] | Gathered far distant, over Himavant. |
| [25:18.87] | The jungle crouched, humped in silence. |
| [25:23.95] | Then spoke the thunder |
| [25:27.65] | DA |
| [25:29.77] | _what have we given |
| [25:35.9] | My friend, blood shaking my heart |
| [25:38.46] | The awful daring of a moment' s surrender |
| [25:41.30] | Which an age of prudence can never retract |
| [25:44.60] | By this, and this only, we have existed |
| [25:47.91] | Which is not to be found in our obituaries |
| [25:50.51] | Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider |
| [25:53.96] | Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor |
| [25:56.70] | In our empty rooms |
| [25:59.69] | DA |
| [26:01.41] | _I have heard the key |
| [26:06.25] | Turn in the door once and turn once only |
| [26:11.6] | We think of the key, each in his prison |
| [26:14.98] | Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison |
| [26:19.20] | Only at nightfall, aethereal rumours |
| [26:23.68] | Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus |
| [26:29.18] | DA |
| [26:30.90] | Damyata: The boat responded Damyata: |
| [26:34.56] | Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar |
| [26:37.90] | The sea was calm, your heart would have responded |
| [26:41.30] | Gaily, when invited, beating obedient |
| [26:44.27] | To controlling hands |
| [26:48.69] | I sat upon the shore |
| [26:50.48] | Fishing, with the arid plain behind me |
| [26:54.89] | Shall I at least set my lands in order? |
| [26:59.2] | London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down |
| [27:06.58] | Poi s' ascose nel foco che gli affina |
| [27:10.83] | Quando fiam uti chelidon O swallow swallow |
| [27:19.85] | Le Prince d' Aquitaine à la tour abolie |
| [27:25.83] | These fragments I have shored against my ruins |
| [27:31.16] | Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo' s mad againe. |
| [27:36.59] | Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. |
| [27:44.36] | Shantih shantih shantih |