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Apr 19, 2007 10:27

To make up for the past several days, I bring to you all parts of

The Wasteland
T.S. Eliot

I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD )

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evan_emergency April 19 2007, 22:56:49 UTC
one of my favorite poems.

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magentah April 20 2007, 00:52:28 UTC
:) that makes me happy.

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viv7mgte April 20 2007, 19:15:02 UTC
I love T. S. Eliot. My love for this poem knows no bounds. And so I give you...

The Waste Land Limericks - By Wendy Cope

I
In April one seldom feels cheerful;
Dry stones, sun, and dust make me fearful;
Clairvoyantes distress me,
Commuters depress me--
Met Stetson and gave him an earful.

II
She sat on a mighty fine chair,
Sparks flew as she tidied her hair;
She asks many questions,
I make few suggestions--
Bad as Albert and Lil--what a pair!

III
The Thames runs, bones rattle, rats creep;
Tiresias fancies a peep--
A typist is laid,
A record is played--
Wei la la. After this it gets deep.

IV
A Phoenician named Phlebas forgot
About birds and business--the lot.
Which is no surprise
Since he'd met his demise
And been left in the ocean to rot.

V
No water. Dry rocks and dry throats.
Then thunder, a shower of quotes
From the Sanskrit and Dante
Da. Damyata. Shantih.
I hope you'll make sense of the notes.

:D Genius, is it not?

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magentah November 11 2007, 22:45:53 UTC
I'm glad you like them! I am a poetry nut and it makes me really happy when other people get excited too. ;D Since your profile says you mainly use IJ, I'm going to add you over there as well. Hope that's okay!

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magentah November 12 2007, 17:02:40 UTC
It's the same as this one, magentah. Thanks for the dedication! Seriously, that means the world to me. :)

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