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Hace 4 días · The Waste Land is a poem by T. S. Eliot, widely regarded as one of the most important English-language poems of the 20th century and a central work of modernist poetry. Published in 1922, the 434-line [A] poem first appeared in the United Kingdom in the October issue of Eliot's magazine The Criterion and in the United States in the ...
- T. S. Eliot
- 64 pp
- 1922
- 1922
Hace 1 día · T.S Eliot’s poetry is known for its rich use of imagery, symbolism and allusions. He often wrote in complex poetic forms such as the villanelle, sestina and sonnet. In his early poetry, he often drew upon the French Symbolist tradition, which emphasized the role of intuition and emotion in the creative process.
Hace 1 día · Posted onMay 14, 2024by julian peters comics. Every week on this site, I will be publishing a new page from my ongoing comics adaptation of “The Burial of the Dead,” the first section of T. S. Eliot’s epochal poem “The Waste Land” (Click on image to enlarge). Next week: Frisch weht der Wind, mein Irisch Kind!
Hace 2 días · Ay, Eliot, te odiaré siempre por arrebatarme a Byron. Las mentadas páginas son una colaboración de Eliot a la colección de ensayos titulada From Ann to Victoria y que Cassell & Co. publicó en 1937. Son catorce páginas de acoso y derribo a una poesía que estaba lista para ser pinchada por la agudeza crítica del autor de los Cuatro cuartetos.
Hace 1 día · The three Priests and the four Tempters/Knights are all veteran actors and perform well. The Chorus members have beautiful voices but I did wish that their lines had been spoken rather than sung because it was not always easy to follow their meaning. (I was happy to have my Complete Poems and Plays by T.S. Eliot in my home library for reference.)
Hace 4 días · Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw-For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law. He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair : For when they reach the scene of crime-Macavity's not there!
Hace 4 días · There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands. That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. In the room the women come and go.
