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

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312           Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
313           Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
314           And the profit and loss.
315                                  A current under sea
316           Picked his bones in whispers.  As he rose and fell
317           He passed the stages of his age and youth
318           Entering the whirlpool.
319                                  Gentile or Jew
320           O you who turn the wheel and look windward,
321           Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

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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.

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ISBN-13: 978-0615755274
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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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