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The Wasteland, Prufrock and Other Poems
This volume brings together three of T. S. Eliot's powerful collections into one. It includes such classic poems as "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," "Portrait of a Lady," "Preludes," "Gerontion," "Sweeney Among the Nightingales," and "The Waste Land."
88 pages, paper
First published January 1, 1922
About the author
T.S. Eliot
990 books5,261 followersThomas Stearns Eliot was a poet, dramatist and literary critic. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948 "for his outstanding, pioneer contribution to present-day poetry." He wrote the poems The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, The Hollow Men, Ash Wednesday, and Four Quartets; the plays Murder in the Cathedral and The Cocktail Party; and the essay Tradition and the Individual Talent. Eliot was born an American, moved to the United Kingdom in 1914 (at the age of 25), and became a British subject in 1927 at the age of 39.
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January 24, 2009
Uncle!
I measured out my life with coffee spoons in the hours, weeks, indeed months between when I first picked this up and when I subsequently set it down unfinished. It gets two stars in deference to the world of literary critics and english PhD's who call Eliot a master.
I want to believe that good poetry has something to share with us. I even keep a copy of Garrison Keillor's anthology "Good Poem's For Hard Times" on my night stand, for Pete's sakes! It's there right now, see? (Ok maybe there the tv remote is sitting on top of it). But, some of those poems I understand - I think.
Ole' T.S. is smarter than me and I think that's the problem here. I could get through a Lovesong for J. Alfred Prufrock well enough, but so much of The Wasteland is unintelligable to me that I found myself reading a page and setting this down. It's disgraceful - the thing can't be 75 pages and here I sit, unable to get through it.
I think the last time I understood poetry was in fifth grade when I had to recite a passage from "The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere." Since then I've found that most poetry completely and utterly befuddles me.
Well, I'm dumb. I admit it.
Uncle.
-m
I measured out my life with coffee spoons in the hours, weeks, indeed months between when I first picked this up and when I subsequently set it down unfinished. It gets two stars in deference to the world of literary critics and english PhD's who call Eliot a master.
I want to believe that good poetry has something to share with us. I even keep a copy of Garrison Keillor's anthology "Good Poem's For Hard Times" on my night stand, for Pete's sakes! It's there right now, see? (Ok maybe there the tv remote is sitting on top of it). But, some of those poems I understand - I think.
Ole' T.S. is smarter than me and I think that's the problem here. I could get through a Lovesong for J. Alfred Prufrock well enough, but so much of The Wasteland is unintelligable to me that I found myself reading a page and setting this down. It's disgraceful - the thing can't be 75 pages and here I sit, unable to get through it.
I think the last time I understood poetry was in fifth grade when I had to recite a passage from "The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere." Since then I've found that most poetry completely and utterly befuddles me.
Well, I'm dumb. I admit it.
Uncle.
-m
June 25, 2022
"The Waste Land" is the big attraction everyone comes to see in this collection. I greeted this seeming slim volume, never expecting pages stacked high with archaic namedrops, erudite references, and clumsy callbacks; I felt beleaguered by my reading of "The Waste Land," this performance of academic self-indulgence, if nothing else. So beset was I by Eliot's "fun," that I did not have any, as I ended my reading of the poem with no real clear idea of what I had read, and no desire to cover the material a second time.
I was moved however by my readings of other poems, such as "Whispers of Immortality," "The Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock," and especially "The Hollow Men," in which I read a great deal of meaning during the depression I experienced during my reading of this collection. Favorite lines:
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper
"The Hollow Men (V) p65
rating 4.0
recommended for fans of modern or contemporary poetry
I was moved however by my readings of other poems, such as "Whispers of Immortality," "The Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock," and especially "The Hollow Men," in which I read a great deal of meaning during the depression I experienced during my reading of this collection. Favorite lines:
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper
"The Hollow Men (V) p65
rating 4.0
recommended for fans of modern or contemporary poetry
March 19, 2018
I am always on the quest to find more good poetry because I believe poetry to be extremely underrated. However, this was not the read that I hoped it would be for me...
I didn't really take anything from this poetry. I like to believe poetry gives us something. Although I did look into the historical context and could see how it was compatible, it failed to make me feel any emotion or hold a connect. There some pretty language, but really, that was it for me.
Not my kind of poetry? Mm.
This was a read for my university course.
I didn't really take anything from this poetry. I like to believe poetry gives us something. Although I did look into the historical context and could see how it was compatible, it failed to make me feel any emotion or hold a connect. There some pretty language, but really, that was it for me.
Not my kind of poetry? Mm.
This was a read for my university course.
July 6, 2015
I dont know how to review this because it always feels like I am still in the process of reading it and untangling it and pealing away it's layers.
at times i find my self reciting the parts that i know of some of these poems.
when I am really done with it. if I am ever, I might give a proper review.
at times i find my self reciting the parts that i know of some of these poems.
when I am really done with it. if I am ever, I might give a proper review.
November 1, 2020
Never tire of reading The Wasteland. So many two star ratings and reviews. I find that abit odd.
February 2, 2008
T.S. Eliot takes a lot of work. I wouldn't recommend just plowing through The Wasteland on your own. It's the type of poem you only really understand when you discuss it in a group. If I hadn't studied it in a class in college, I'm sure I never would've understood it.
I would give 5 stars to Prufrock alone, and probably 3 or 4 to the rest. I especially loved Prufrock when I was single, b/c I think it captures the essence of male timidity. The language is oblique, but has some powerful contrasting imagery. And it boasts probably the best opening lines of all time: "Let us go now you and I, and watch the evening spread against the sky, like a patient etherized upon a table." That's the gist of it anyway. Never a more jarring simile than this.
I recommend Prufrock if you're up for a little challenge, and the Wasteland only if you're really ambitious.
I would give 5 stars to Prufrock alone, and probably 3 or 4 to the rest. I especially loved Prufrock when I was single, b/c I think it captures the essence of male timidity. The language is oblique, but has some powerful contrasting imagery. And it boasts probably the best opening lines of all time: "Let us go now you and I, and watch the evening spread against the sky, like a patient etherized upon a table." That's the gist of it anyway. Never a more jarring simile than this.
I recommend Prufrock if you're up for a little challenge, and the Wasteland only if you're really ambitious.
April 4, 2011
How many dozens of times I've been through this book I don't know. Read Eliot, that's all I can say.
May 5, 2016
Not my cup of tea.
Not only did I not get the "beauty" of most poems, or their "brilliance" for that matter, but the provided interpretations seemed rather bold. How does a person come up with such ideas? Why are they accepted? E.g. I interpreted Prufrock completely different and I admit it, I like my interpretation much better!
I don't understand Eliot's poetry. But at least I tried.
Not only did I not get the "beauty" of most poems, or their "brilliance" for that matter, but the provided interpretations seemed rather bold. How does a person come up with such ideas? Why are they accepted? E.g. I interpreted Prufrock completely different and I admit it, I like my interpretation much better!
I don't understand Eliot's poetry. But at least I tried.
December 24, 2021
These are amazing to read out loud with friends. The Wasteland is particularly good for this; it is longer than the others, can be read within half an hour, and spurs a lot of good conversation. Eliot often inserts characters, place names, and lines from other classical artworks; I lack a general background in literature and so was ignorant of all of the referents aside from one. Nonetheless, I found it highly readable. It is chock-full of metaphors and images that are amazing and can be understood independently of the referents. Moreover, it makes for good conversation to look up the referents afterward and unravel further meaning. The accessibility of the language in combination with its length makes it particularly immersive. There are five parts, each taking you deep into a particular setting, atmosphere, character, and dilemma. It's not evident at first how they are related. Figuring that out also makes for exciting conversation. A note to self: overall, this time while reading it I was mainly sensitized to themes and images of the pain of the transience of passionate love. This comes out in aim to escape life that is shared between passionate love and death; and the delusory character of the apparent purity of love, when one is the heat of the moment. I wonder what I'll pick up next time I return to this.
Some favorite parts:
"Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Oed’ und leer das Meer"
"And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled on the stair."
"A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell"
"Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison"
Some favorite parts:
"Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Oed’ und leer das Meer"
"And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled on the stair."
"A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell"
"Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison"
June 14, 2016
I studied this during my A Level English Literature class. I had absolutely no idea what it was about back then, and having picked up and perused this book recently, I am still totally and completely baffled. I remember the long, long, drawn out agony of the endless reading aloud of this poetry in my English Literature classes, and the feelings of utter and total crazed despair, frustration and boredom that made me want to stand up and scream "no more!!!!" I'm know this poetry is an accomplished literary masterpiece, but I could not understand anything or relate to anything TS Eliot wrote, though I wish it were not so. The one star merely reflects my limited understanding and the fact that I sadly got nothing at all from this poetry, which is blighted and biased, I know, by the nightmarish memories of an 18 year old self studying this. It is an acknowledgement to my feeble and limited brain rather than Elliott's writing.
September 5, 2021
I'd read a couple excerpts from Eliot elsewhere, and thought I'd give him a try even though poetry isn't really my thing. I don't know why I keep trying it again; my tastes clearly don't change.
The poems here had no point and/or were far over my head.
The only thing I liked is that Eliot often rhymed. If I'm going to read poetry, I want it to rhyme.
The poems here had no point and/or were far over my head.
The only thing I liked is that Eliot often rhymed. If I'm going to read poetry, I want it to rhyme.
September 25, 2024
Read via audiobook.
I started this audiobook earlier today because I know Eliot is considered one of the best poets in the English language. I have to say that after finishing this work - I still have the question - why?
First, the poems didn't "speak" to me. I think poetry has the power to move people and provide means of reflection. Unfortunately, this was not the case here. The language was way overdone. Instead of sounding articulate, Eliot just came across as pretentious (I could totally see him being that kid who uses every SAT word to make themselves sound smart) and unreachable.
In my opinion, pass on this as there are other poets out there who are more accessible
I started this audiobook earlier today because I know Eliot is considered one of the best poets in the English language. I have to say that after finishing this work - I still have the question - why?
First, the poems didn't "speak" to me. I think poetry has the power to move people and provide means of reflection. Unfortunately, this was not the case here. The language was way overdone. Instead of sounding articulate, Eliot just came across as pretentious (I could totally see him being that kid who uses every SAT word to make themselves sound smart) and unreachable.
In my opinion, pass on this as there are other poets out there who are more accessible
January 7, 2020
I read this for a challenge (shortest book on my shelf) and I'm not rating this because I'm not smart enough to read poetry, clearly. (To be clear, I didn't enjoy it, but I doubt it was the fault of the collection.)
February 9, 2017
Need to read it 5 more times to understand.
October 10, 2021
The Wasteland is literally the Ready Player One of modernist poetry; just a bunch of cringe references that pretend to have substance because they're put in a new context. Can't stand this shit.
January 10, 2023
Cool words
June 28, 2021
Once upon a time I was sitting in a college poetry class being assigned to read a collection of T.S. Eliot’s poetry and being completely out of my element and over my head. And even though time has passed, and I have recently finished this collection again, I still confess to having to try to work my way through their meaning. But isn’t that the beauty of poetry? Years later, I have come to appreciate and love the profound level of depth contained in these remarkable poems after fumbling my way through years ago.
Eliot captures and illustrates with precision such themes as ethics and morality, politics, religion, the essence of time and lost chances, and many other weighty issues. Although this collection is brief, it contains many of his hallmark and signature poems.
Obviously, the main event in this book is the title poem and one of the most significant poems of the 20th century, “The Waste Land.” There is so much to say and think about this poem that it is quite difficult to articulate in words. So, I will just describe this one as an explosion of ideas and thoughts. Eliot interposes his own take on society and its ills and depicts it in terms of a proverbial and literal wasteland. So, we see images of this in a fragmented, stream of conscious form of thought. The imagery of this poem is really off the charts, and the repeated mental pictures of decay and disillusion make for a vivid scene. I will admit that I was stuck on this one for days, and am still trying to sort it all out, but there is an undeniable power to this poem despite it being such a daunting poem to read.
I think one of my personal favorites from my reading years ago is “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” One of the striking things about this poem is simply the rhythm and the lyrical quality. In this one, Eliot takes on several subjects: disillusion, the element of time, lost opportunities, insecurities. This one, like many of Eliot’s poems, has so many quotables, and here is an example of one of my favorites:
“For I have known them all already, known them
All:---
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;”
Another important poem regarding Eliot is “Ash-Wednesday”, which is his “conversion” poem. I thought it a very thought-provoking poem. It deals with and examines the struggle of one who is going from not believing to turning towards God. One of the recurring ideas seems to be that the struggle to keep faith is an ongoing struggle with the various pitfalls and obstacles that life throws our way on a daily basis, and that it is a continual renewal the individual must make along this daily struggle. There are some very powerful lyrics, and as is Eliot’s trademark, he incorporates both symbolism and allusions to strike home his message:
“Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still”
Other notables contained within the collection: “Sweeney Among the Nightingales”, “The Hippopotamus”, “Whispers of Immorality”, “The Death of Saint Narcissus”, and “Journey of the Magi.”
I think it is easy to see why Eliot had such an influence on the modernist poets and why his poems have become so regarded and significant over the past century. This collection is a fantastic sampling of his genius and his power to craft language to create meaning through various timely themes.
Eliot captures and illustrates with precision such themes as ethics and morality, politics, religion, the essence of time and lost chances, and many other weighty issues. Although this collection is brief, it contains many of his hallmark and signature poems.
Obviously, the main event in this book is the title poem and one of the most significant poems of the 20th century, “The Waste Land.” There is so much to say and think about this poem that it is quite difficult to articulate in words. So, I will just describe this one as an explosion of ideas and thoughts. Eliot interposes his own take on society and its ills and depicts it in terms of a proverbial and literal wasteland. So, we see images of this in a fragmented, stream of conscious form of thought. The imagery of this poem is really off the charts, and the repeated mental pictures of decay and disillusion make for a vivid scene. I will admit that I was stuck on this one for days, and am still trying to sort it all out, but there is an undeniable power to this poem despite it being such a daunting poem to read.
I think one of my personal favorites from my reading years ago is “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” One of the striking things about this poem is simply the rhythm and the lyrical quality. In this one, Eliot takes on several subjects: disillusion, the element of time, lost opportunities, insecurities. This one, like many of Eliot’s poems, has so many quotables, and here is an example of one of my favorites:
“For I have known them all already, known them
All:---
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;”
Another important poem regarding Eliot is “Ash-Wednesday”, which is his “conversion” poem. I thought it a very thought-provoking poem. It deals with and examines the struggle of one who is going from not believing to turning towards God. One of the recurring ideas seems to be that the struggle to keep faith is an ongoing struggle with the various pitfalls and obstacles that life throws our way on a daily basis, and that it is a continual renewal the individual must make along this daily struggle. There are some very powerful lyrics, and as is Eliot’s trademark, he incorporates both symbolism and allusions to strike home his message:
“Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still”
Other notables contained within the collection: “Sweeney Among the Nightingales”, “The Hippopotamus”, “Whispers of Immorality”, “The Death of Saint Narcissus”, and “Journey of the Magi.”
I think it is easy to see why Eliot had such an influence on the modernist poets and why his poems have become so regarded and significant over the past century. This collection is a fantastic sampling of his genius and his power to craft language to create meaning through various timely themes.
February 23, 2022
Once again my wife encouraged me to wrestle with a classic of English literature—The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot. I have never been one to read works of poetry. I like poetry fine, but I have never found a love for it beyond using a poem for a particular purpose. (I used Billy Collins's poem The Lanyard in a talk on motherhood, for example). In my initial reading of The Waste Land, I found myself bewildered and disoriented. It seemed obvious the content lacked meaning without context. I didn't think much more about until I decided to research an analysis of the poem. Everything changed. (I read The Waste Land and Other Poems, but I'm only going to write about The Waste Land in this reflection and poems generally; I haven't studied Eliot's other poems to provide any kind of worthwhile commentary on them).
The books of Acts in the New Testament records an exchange between Phillip and a eunuch who was the servant of the queen of Ethiopia. Phillip hears the man reading from the book of Isaiah and asks: "Understandest what thou readest?" (Acts 8:30). The servant responds: "How can I, except some man should guide me?" (v. 31) I can't think of a more relevant story for my experience with Eliot's famous poem. I imagined the poem had underlying meanings, allusions, and symbols. I simply had no idea how deep and profound the poem truly was. In fact, knowing its underlying meaning—at least according to the analysis I reviewed—I was deeply moved by the poem. It is bleak and disheartening, but the quest for the holy grail embedded in its lines teases hope. We must believe there is a hope somewhere out there, awaiting discovery; something that can heal the land and our souls. The poem's final words—"Shantih shantih shantih"—once informed by definition—are bursting with faith and possibility. I have to avoid wandering any further into my own analysis of Eliot's work. My knowledge and skill are simply not up to the task. In more straightforward terms, The Waste Land seems to deserve all of the attention it has received over the decades.
Yet, here is my hesitancy with it and other works of art similar in approach. Should something be able to be enjoyed independent of other works? Of course, this is an unreasonable expectation. Every work of literature borrows from others—themes, structure, and even our shared psychology. But how arcane is too arcane? Eliot's poem is bursting with references to other works. I have read some of those stories, including Shakespeare's Hamlet and Dante's Inferno. However, I don't know those stories intimately and missed important connections. The Waste Land requires a foundational knowledge lacking by a great many people—myself included. Is it so unapproachable that only a few can appreciate and benefit from it? Is that the point? And if only the sages in ivory towers can find the value in Eliot's work, how can his deeper and important meanings help the great mass of humanity who wander in waste lands of their own? I don't have answers to these questions, but I'm fascinated by the debate they instigate.
My initial experience with Eliot was ephemeral. I didn't understand much of what was being read, and I don't think I cared. Thankfully, I took a few extra steps into the literary darkness looking for clarity. The moral and intellectual power of what I found changed my mind. The Waste Land and Eliot's work generally demands more of my time, more study, and more lessons learned. My feelings toward poetry are starting to shift. I'm excited to see where my newly found curiosity takes me, and I have T.S. Eliot to thank. In Eliot's The Waste Land I found a new verdant and thrilling landscape of intellectual exploration for a holy grail I didn't even know was there.
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The books of Acts in the New Testament records an exchange between Phillip and a eunuch who was the servant of the queen of Ethiopia. Phillip hears the man reading from the book of Isaiah and asks: "Understandest what thou readest?" (Acts 8:30). The servant responds: "How can I, except some man should guide me?" (v. 31) I can't think of a more relevant story for my experience with Eliot's famous poem. I imagined the poem had underlying meanings, allusions, and symbols. I simply had no idea how deep and profound the poem truly was. In fact, knowing its underlying meaning—at least according to the analysis I reviewed—I was deeply moved by the poem. It is bleak and disheartening, but the quest for the holy grail embedded in its lines teases hope. We must believe there is a hope somewhere out there, awaiting discovery; something that can heal the land and our souls. The poem's final words—"Shantih shantih shantih"—once informed by definition—are bursting with faith and possibility. I have to avoid wandering any further into my own analysis of Eliot's work. My knowledge and skill are simply not up to the task. In more straightforward terms, The Waste Land seems to deserve all of the attention it has received over the decades.
Yet, here is my hesitancy with it and other works of art similar in approach. Should something be able to be enjoyed independent of other works? Of course, this is an unreasonable expectation. Every work of literature borrows from others—themes, structure, and even our shared psychology. But how arcane is too arcane? Eliot's poem is bursting with references to other works. I have read some of those stories, including Shakespeare's Hamlet and Dante's Inferno. However, I don't know those stories intimately and missed important connections. The Waste Land requires a foundational knowledge lacking by a great many people—myself included. Is it so unapproachable that only a few can appreciate and benefit from it? Is that the point? And if only the sages in ivory towers can find the value in Eliot's work, how can his deeper and important meanings help the great mass of humanity who wander in waste lands of their own? I don't have answers to these questions, but I'm fascinated by the debate they instigate.
My initial experience with Eliot was ephemeral. I didn't understand much of what was being read, and I don't think I cared. Thankfully, I took a few extra steps into the literary darkness looking for clarity. The moral and intellectual power of what I found changed my mind. The Waste Land and Eliot's work generally demands more of my time, more study, and more lessons learned. My feelings toward poetry are starting to shift. I'm excited to see where my newly found curiosity takes me, and I have T.S. Eliot to thank. In Eliot's The Waste Land I found a new verdant and thrilling landscape of intellectual exploration for a holy grail I didn't even know was there.
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January 20, 2020
So embarrassed to be giving TS Eliot 3 stars, but now that I've read it, I probably won't do a re-read. I liked Prufrock more than The Wasteland. I could spend days reading the commentaries and then the literary allusions from the poems. I felt Prufrock was delightful and read it several times. I felt I read The Wasteland multiple times (with commentary) because it was imperative to a decent poetic education. It seemed like a lot of World War I angst and soldiers returning with PTSD - a sad poem, really. I read this small book which I've owned for years because my sister decided to read his poems so we might have a discussion about it.
May 25, 2013
T.S. Eliot’s poem The Waste Land is a collection of fragments. There are 5 parts to the poem and the connection between these parts are noted to be anything but obvious, yet they all hold different layers of voices and obscure elements to the non-traditional reader. The poem as a whole constantly shifts its point of view and is abundantly full of references of classic literature from varied cultures. The Waste Land is, in a more visual sense, bits of history—stories broken up by war and reassembled into a new frame. I mention war, because Eliot witnessed the after effect combat plagues upon a nation from its casualties, for he finished The Waste Land after WWI in 1922. Eliot wrote about what he saw not what he felt. He wrote disassociated from himself and in the form of many other voices because he wanted to cultivate an inclusive human consciousness—an ordered and collective truth.
Noted in The Observer, one of Britain’s top new leaders, The Waste Land has been said to be,”…one of the most important poems of the 20th century”. Arguably, this could be true to some, yet very false to others, namely those who have no knowledge of Eliot’s many allusions throughout the work. The poem is also noted to be difficult because of its ever changing scenes and at times various points of view and/or speakers. In one scene you’re a woman having a drink and discussing with your friend about getting dentures then, you are the bartender closing up shop and ushering patrons out. Yet, despite its difficulty to most, the poem has within itself a serious concern: the loss of our shared culture; predominately the classic and the public’s awareness of its life within our time. It’s ultimately important to read and care about this poem because, it is a work of art and a catalyst for one to not forget the past culture that is losing space, not only with time but, in the hearts and minds of us all.
A great deal of symbolic ideas came from Jessie Weston’s book, From Ritual to Romance. Eliot himself is quoted saying, “Not only were the title but, the plan and a good deal of the incidental symbolism of the poem suggested by [Weston’s] book.
From Ritual to Romance is a work that covers in depth the legend of the holy grail, also using terms such as ‘Fischer King’ and ‘ waste land’, which we can read and see in Eliot’s poem along with notes tarot cards. Eliot first introduces the cards in lines 46-54 with Madam Sosostris and ultimately follows through to the end in lines 427-430, foretelling the physical falling of the London Bridge but, also the fall of a great figure as well.
In using such symbols and grand myths, like presented in From Ritual to Romance, it allowed Eliot to suggest that beneath ones everyday streets, like his own London town, there is an old story we all share even though it’s all in pieces below our feet. Eliot connects past stories and myths to suggest our history, as a whole, is intertwined with our present and future life.
In the beginning of Eliot’s poem we are met with an epigraph. You may be asking yourself what is an epigraph? Simply, it’s like a quote or introduction for what your about to read.
Furthermore, the epigraph Eliot chose is one of a Roman nature written around the 1st century A.D. This ancient manuscript, like The Waste Land was written in fragments, and was titled, “Satyricon” by Petronius.
The story tells of an oracle, Sybil, who wished for immortality yet forgot to add the favor of youth in accordance to so many years. So, she forever was cursed rather than blessed to live out the rest of her days getting older and older. What Eliot’s quote describes in the beginning is a conversation with Sybil and a group of boys which ask her if she has anymore wishes, and she replies that she does and that is to die. This epigraph is significant because it’s a foreshadowing for what’s to come as well as an allusion to the spiritual and cultural death of the western world.
Allusions in The Waste Land are like an abstract painting, different voices telling the same story from different angles. Because allusion expands meaning, connects this story with what it historically or literally refers—all those different voices from other poems, essentially allowed Eliot to make this poem significantly larger than itself; because it in essence is all poems. Eliot chose this multi-layered writing, filled with obscure historical events and classic literature, because he had a specific audience in mind. T.S. Eliot’s polished ability to interweave pieces of literature gold within a 430 lined poem is not only genius but a test of sorts for those who pick it up; a test to ultimately see if you can understand Eliot’s mournful view—the loss of our shared culture through ever changing times.
Noted in The Observer, one of Britain’s top new leaders, The Waste Land has been said to be,”…one of the most important poems of the 20th century”. Arguably, this could be true to some, yet very false to others, namely those who have no knowledge of Eliot’s many allusions throughout the work. The poem is also noted to be difficult because of its ever changing scenes and at times various points of view and/or speakers. In one scene you’re a woman having a drink and discussing with your friend about getting dentures then, you are the bartender closing up shop and ushering patrons out. Yet, despite its difficulty to most, the poem has within itself a serious concern: the loss of our shared culture; predominately the classic and the public’s awareness of its life within our time. It’s ultimately important to read and care about this poem because, it is a work of art and a catalyst for one to not forget the past culture that is losing space, not only with time but, in the hearts and minds of us all.
A great deal of symbolic ideas came from Jessie Weston’s book, From Ritual to Romance. Eliot himself is quoted saying, “Not only were the title but, the plan and a good deal of the incidental symbolism of the poem suggested by [Weston’s] book.
From Ritual to Romance is a work that covers in depth the legend of the holy grail, also using terms such as ‘Fischer King’ and ‘ waste land’, which we can read and see in Eliot’s poem along with notes tarot cards. Eliot first introduces the cards in lines 46-54 with Madam Sosostris and ultimately follows through to the end in lines 427-430, foretelling the physical falling of the London Bridge but, also the fall of a great figure as well.
In using such symbols and grand myths, like presented in From Ritual to Romance, it allowed Eliot to suggest that beneath ones everyday streets, like his own London town, there is an old story we all share even though it’s all in pieces below our feet. Eliot connects past stories and myths to suggest our history, as a whole, is intertwined with our present and future life.
In the beginning of Eliot’s poem we are met with an epigraph. You may be asking yourself what is an epigraph? Simply, it’s like a quote or introduction for what your about to read.
Furthermore, the epigraph Eliot chose is one of a Roman nature written around the 1st century A.D. This ancient manuscript, like The Waste Land was written in fragments, and was titled, “Satyricon” by Petronius.
The story tells of an oracle, Sybil, who wished for immortality yet forgot to add the favor of youth in accordance to so many years. So, she forever was cursed rather than blessed to live out the rest of her days getting older and older. What Eliot’s quote describes in the beginning is a conversation with Sybil and a group of boys which ask her if she has anymore wishes, and she replies that she does and that is to die. This epigraph is significant because it’s a foreshadowing for what’s to come as well as an allusion to the spiritual and cultural death of the western world.
Allusions in The Waste Land are like an abstract painting, different voices telling the same story from different angles. Because allusion expands meaning, connects this story with what it historically or literally refers—all those different voices from other poems, essentially allowed Eliot to make this poem significantly larger than itself; because it in essence is all poems. Eliot chose this multi-layered writing, filled with obscure historical events and classic literature, because he had a specific audience in mind. T.S. Eliot’s polished ability to interweave pieces of literature gold within a 430 lined poem is not only genius but a test of sorts for those who pick it up; a test to ultimately see if you can understand Eliot’s mournful view—the loss of our shared culture through ever changing times.
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August 14, 2014
This volume contains Eliot's first two books of Poetry and his magnum opus, "The Waste Land," with its much needed (and thankfully) introductions, foot notes and critical commentary. Without the afterword analysis, I don't think I would appreciate some of the earlier poems as much as I eventually was able to do. I particularily enjoyed several where I did not feel as lost as to the poet's thematic meaning or narrative. Mr. Eliot's literary aspirations and ideals for great poetry are that they maintain a "comprehensive" vision and many enlightening "allusions," from history, religion and literature the world over. He surely does this in "The Waste Land" and although I enjoyed reading his masterpiece, but finding it very difficult to follow at times, it must be read thoroughly and openly through numerous sittings to understand all the many thematic layers and enjoy a full appreciation and understanding. Appreciation, I can muster now, but a full understanding I may never do, due to the vast knowledge and intelligence of the man. But, I will read it again, and again.
February 21, 2008
Please read "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." It is my favorite poem and it quite possibly changed my life. Never have I experienced a piece of literature that I have heard interpreted in so many different manners--this, in addition to my personal reading of Prufrock, has led me to believe that everyone can find themself in it on some level. Moreover, everytime I read it, I pick up a new piece of something...a glimmering something that had slipped past me times before. I am in love with this poem. It is an anthem for artists of every medium--the struggle of the everyman who is searching for his place in the world--the hipster's conundrum: how do I wear my pants to make me look like I don't care? Or do I care? This poem epitomizes the essence of the existential crisis.
January 12, 2021
I enjoyed every poem in this collection, as well as Helen Vendler's brief introduction, but the main reason I'm giving it 5 stars is...The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. It floors me. It opened my eyes to what a good poem can do to you; how it can leave you a little different than you were before encountering it, can help you make peace with your overwhelming insignificance, make you feel a bit less alone. Which is funny because this is the loneliest poem I've ever read (granted, I haven't read a lot yet).
"I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid."
"I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid."
July 3, 2023
Am completing now a close reading of the Waste Land (7/2/23)
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I did not actually read this edition, but simply read J. Alfred Prufrock and The Waste Land online.
They are important Modernist texts, obviously, and so I wanted to read them before continuing on with the Pisan Cantos.
I didn't much like either one of them, though I know next to nothing (admittedly) about poetry (of any sort). And so there is little point in giving a rating.
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I did not actually read this edition, but simply read J. Alfred Prufrock and The Waste Land online.
They are important Modernist texts, obviously, and so I wanted to read them before continuing on with the Pisan Cantos.
I didn't much like either one of them, though I know next to nothing (admittedly) about poetry (of any sort). And so there is little point in giving a rating.
November 16, 2022
I think I would have loved this if I understood poetry, but it was just too confusing
July 13, 2022
Aquí no hay agua sino solo roca,
roca sin agua y el camino de arena
el camino que serpentea arriba en las montañas
que son montañas de rocas sin agua
si hubiera agua nos sentaríamos a beber
en medio de la roca no puedo uno parar o pensar
seco está el sudor y los pies en la arena
si por lo menos hubiera agua entre la roca
muerta montaña con boca llena de caries que no puede escupir
uno no puede aquí estar ni yacer ni sentarse
no hay siquiera silencio en las montañas
sino seco trueno estéril sin lluvia
no hay siquiera soledad en las montañas
sino muecas en hoscas caras que gruñen
en puertas de casas de barro con grietas
en vez de roca
si hubiera roca
y también agua
y agua
un manantial
una poza entre la roca
si por lo menos se oyera el sonido del agua
no la cigarra
y la yerba seca cantando
sino el agua resonante sobre una roca
donde canta el zorzal ermitaño en los pinares
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
pero no hay agua
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- Versos 331-359 de ‘La tierra baldía’ de T.S. Eliot. Traducción de Andreu Jame. Lumen, 2015.
Cien años de otra de las cimas de la Humanidad junto con Trilce.
roca sin agua y el camino de arena
el camino que serpentea arriba en las montañas
que son montañas de rocas sin agua
si hubiera agua nos sentaríamos a beber
en medio de la roca no puedo uno parar o pensar
seco está el sudor y los pies en la arena
si por lo menos hubiera agua entre la roca
muerta montaña con boca llena de caries que no puede escupir
uno no puede aquí estar ni yacer ni sentarse
no hay siquiera silencio en las montañas
sino seco trueno estéril sin lluvia
no hay siquiera soledad en las montañas
sino muecas en hoscas caras que gruñen
en puertas de casas de barro con grietas
en vez de roca
si hubiera roca
y también agua
y agua
un manantial
una poza entre la roca
si por lo menos se oyera el sonido del agua
no la cigarra
y la yerba seca cantando
sino el agua resonante sobre una roca
donde canta el zorzal ermitaño en los pinares
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
pero no hay agua
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- Versos 331-359 de ‘La tierra baldía’ de T.S. Eliot. Traducción de Andreu Jame. Lumen, 2015.
Cien años de otra de las cimas de la Humanidad junto con Trilce.
February 8, 2022
Some way to incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand. - La Figlia Che Piange
Neither fear nor courage saves us.
Unnatural vices
Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues
Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. - Gerontion
Paint me a cavernous waste shore
Cast in the unstilted Cyclades
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks
Faced by the snarled and yelping seas - Sweeney Erect
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand. - La Figlia Che Piange
Neither fear nor courage saves us.
Unnatural vices
Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues
Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. - Gerontion
Paint me a cavernous waste shore
Cast in the unstilted Cyclades
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks
Faced by the snarled and yelping seas - Sweeney Erect
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March 1, 2021I'll be honest I did not understand a LOT of this, and not just the poems that were entirely in French
August 22, 2021
«¿Cuáles son las raíces que agarran, qué ramas crecen en esta basura pétrea?»
July 22, 2022
So much dense writing, it just makes my brain turn off. I can see the reason Eliot is one of the most important and influential poets of the twentieth century and credited with having helped reshape modern literature. It just wasn't for me.
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