Wednesday, April 6, 2022


T. S. ELIOT
from The Wasteland
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IV. Death by Water
 
    Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
                                    A current under sea

Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
                                    Gentile or Jew

O you who turn the wheel and look to windward
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.


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