T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land, with Annotations (and other explanations) by Jonathan Vold

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Strange Perfumes : Stirred by the air (86-96)

86             In vials of ivory and coloured glass
87             Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
88             Unguent, powdered, or liquid — troubled, confused
89             And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
90             That freshened from the window, these ascended
91             In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
92             Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
93             Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
94             Huge sea-wood fed with copper
95             Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
96             In which sad light a carvèd dolphin swam
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T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land, with Annotations (and other explanations) by Jonathan Vold

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The Waste Land, by Thomas Stearns Eliot, 1922, as published in Poems, 1909-1925 (Faber 1925)

Annotations and other explanations, Copyright © 2013, 2014 by Jonathan Vold. All rights reserved.

Background photograph, Dead River at Illinois Beach State Park, Early Spring © 2006, 2013, 2014 by Jonathan Vold.

Au Lecteur (To the Reader), by Charles Baudelaire, 1867, translation © 2013, 2014 by Jonathan Vold.

Dans le Restaurant (In the Restaurant), by T. S. Eliot, 1920, translation © 2013, 2014 by Jonathan Vold.

El Desdichado (The Loser), by Gerard de Nerval, 1853, translation © 2013, 2014 by Jonathan Vold.

The Fire Sermon (Everything is Burning), by Siddhartha Gautama Buddha, 483 BC, translation © 2013, 2014 by Jonathan Vold.

Print copies soon to be available through Amazon.com:

ISBN-13: 978-0615755274
ISBN-10: 0615755275







Dedication

To my own Vivienne, wherever you are:

... not to be found in my obituary
Or in memories draped
by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken
by the lean solicitor
In my empty room












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