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    The Poems of T. S. Eliot Volume I

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      The jungle crouched, humped in silence.

      Then spoke the thunder

      400

      DA

      Datta: what have we given?

      My friend, blood shaking my heart

      The awful daring of a moment’s surrender

      Which an age of prudence can never retract

      405

      By this, and this only, we have existed

      Which is not to be found in our obituaries

      Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider

      Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor

      In our empty rooms

      410

      DA

      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

      [Commentary I 697–703 · Textual History II 404–406]

      415

      Only at nightfall, aethereal rumours

      Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus

      DA

      Damyata: The boat responded

      Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar

      420

      The sea was calm, your heart would have responded

      Gaily, when invited, beating obedient

      To controlling hands

      I sat upon the shore

      Fishing, with the arid plain behind me

      425

      Shall I at least set my lands in order?

      London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down

      Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina

      Quando fiam uti chelidon—O swallow swallow

      Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie

      430

      These fragments I have shored against my ruins

      Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe.

      Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.

      Shantih shantih shantih

      [Commentary I 703–709 · Textual History II 406–408]

      Notes on the Waste Land

      Not only the title, but the plan and a good deal of the incidental symbolism of the poem were suggested by Miss Jessie L. Weston’s book on the Grail legend: From Ritual to Romance (Cambridge). Indeed, so deeply am I indebted, Miss Weston’s book will elucidate the difficulties of the poem much better than my notes can do; and I recommend it (apart from the great interest of the book itself) to any who think such elucidation of the poem worth the trouble. To another work of anthropology I am indebted in general, one which has influenced our generation profoundly; I mean The Golden Bough; I have used especially the two volumes Adonis, Attis, Osiris. Anyone who is acquainted with these works will immediately recognise in the poem certain references to vegetation ceremonies.

      I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

      Line 20. Cf. Ezekiel II, i.

      23. Cf. Ecclesiastes XII, v.

      31. V. Tristan und Isolde, I, verses 5–8.

      42. Id. III, verse 24.

      46. I am not familiar with the exact constitution of the Tarot pack of cards, from which I have obviously departed to suit my own convenience. The Hanged Man, a member of the traditional pack, fits my purpose in two ways: because he is associated in my mind with the Hanged God of Frazer, and because I associate him with the hooded figure in the passage of the disciples to Emmaus in Part V. The Phoenician Sailor and the Merchant appear later; also the ‘crowds of people’, and Death by Water is executed in Part IV. The Man with Three Staves (an authentic member of the Tarot pack) I associate, quite arbitrarily, with the Fisher King himself.

      [Commentary I 589–611 · Textual History II 409–412]

      60. Cf. Baudelaire:

      ‘Fourmillante cité, cité pleine de rêves,

      ‘Où le spectre en plein jour raccroche le passant.’

      63. Cf. Inferno, III, 55-57:

      sì lunga tratta

      di gente, ch’io non avrei mai creduto,

      che morte tanta n’avesse disfatta.

      64. Cf. Inferno, IV, 25-27:

      Quivi, secondo che per ascoltare,

      non avea pianto, ma’ che di sospiri,

      che l’aura eterna facevan tremare.

      68. A phenomenon which I have often noticed.

      74. Cf. the Dirge in Webster’s White Devil.

      76. V. Baudelaire, Preface to Fleurs du Mal.

      II. A GAME OF CHESS

      77. Cf. Antony and Cleopatra, II, ii, 190.

      92. Laquearia. V. Aeneid, I, 726:

      dependent lychni laquearibus aureis

      incensi, et noctem flammis funalia vincunt.

      98. Sylvan scene. V. Milton, Paradise Lost, IV, 140.

      99. V. Ovid, Metamorphoses, VI, Philomela.

      100. Cf. Part III, 204.

      115. Cf. Part III, 195.

      118. Cf. Webster: ‘Is the wind in that door still?’

      125. Cf. Part I, 39, 48.

      137. Cf. the game of chess in Middleton’s Women beware Women.

      III. THE FIRE SERMON

      176. V. Spenser, Prothalamion.

      192. Cf. The Tempest, I, ii.

      196. Cf. Marvell, To His Coy Mistress.

      197. Cf. Day, Parliament of Bees:

      ‘When of the sudden, listening, you shall hear,

      ‘A noise of horns and hunting, which shall bring

      ‘Actaeon to Diana in the spring,

      ‘Where all shall see her naked skin …’

      [Commentary I 614–54 · Textual History II 412–13]

      199. I do not know the origin of the ballad from which these lines are taken: it was reported to me from Sydney, Australia.

      202. V. Verlaine, Parsifal.

      210. The currants were quoted at a price ‘cost insurance and freight to London’; and the Bill of Lading, etc., were to be handed to the buyer upon payment of the sight draft.

      218. Tiresias, although a mere spectator and not indeed a ‘character’, is yet the most important personage in the poem, uniting all the rest. Just as the one-eyed merchant, seller of currants, melts into the Phoenician Sailor, and the latter is not wholly distinct from Ferdinand Prince of Naples, so all the women are one woman, and the two sexes meet in Tiresias. What Tiresias sees, in fact, is the substance of the poem. The whole passage from Ovid is of great anthropological interest:

      … Cum Iunone iocos et ‘maior vestra profecto est

      Quam quae contingit maribus’, dixisse, ‘voluptas.’

      Illa negat; placuit quae sit sententia docti

      Quaerere Tiresiae: venus huic erat utraque nota.

      Nam duo magnorum viridi coeuntia silva

      Corpora serpentum baculi violaverat ictu

      Deque viro factus, mirabile, femina septem

      Egerat autumnos; octavo rursus eosdem

      Vidit et ‘est vestrae si tanta potentia plagae’,

      Dixit ‘ut auctoris sortem in contraria mutet,

      Nunc quoque vos feriam!’ percussis anguibus isdem

      Forma prior rediit genetivaque venit imago.

      Arbiter hic igitur sumptus de lite iocosa

      Dicta Iovis firmat; gravius Saturnia iusto

      Nec pro materia fertur doluisse suique

      Iudicis aeterna damnavit lumina nocte,

      At pater omnipotens (neque enim licet inrita cuiquam

      Facta dei fecisse deo) pro lumine adempto

      Scire futura dedit poenamque levavit honore.

      [Commentary I 655–62 · Textual History II 413]

      221. This may not appear as exact as Sappho’s lines, but I had in mind the ‘longshore’ or ‘dory’ fisherman, who returns at nightfall.

      253. V. Goldsmith, the song in The Vicar of Wakefield.

      257. V. The Tempest, as above.

      264. The interior of St. Magnus Martyr is to my mind one of the finest among Wren’s interiors. See The Proposed Demolition of Nineteen City Churches (P. S. King & Son, Ltd.).

      266. The Song of the (three) Thames-daughters begins here. From line 292 to 305 inclusive they speak in turn. V. Götterdämmerung, III, i: the Rhine
    -daughters.

      279. V. Froude, Elizabeth, Vol. I, ch. iv, letter of De Quadra to Philip of Spain:

      ‘In the afternoon we were in a barge, watching the games on the river. (The Queen) was alone with Lord Robert and myself on the poop, when they began to talk nonsense, and went so far that Lord Robert at last said, as I was on the spot there was no reason why they should not be married if the queen pleased.’

      293. Cf. Purgatorio, V, 133:

      ‘Ricorditi di me, che son la Pia;

      ‘Siena mi fe’, disfecemi Maremma.’

      307. V. St. Augustine’s Confessions: ‘to Carthage then I came, where a cauldron of unholy loves sang all about mine ears.’

      308. The complete text of the Buddha’s Fire Sermon (which corresponds in importance to the Sermon on the Mount) from which these words are taken, will be found translated in the late Henry Clarke Warren’s Buddhism in Translations (Harvard Oriental Series). Mr. Warren was one of the great pioneers of Buddhist studies in the Occident.

      309. From St. Augustine’s Confessions again. The collocation of these two representatives of eastern and western asceticism, as the culmination of this part of the poem, is not an accident.

      [Commentary I 663–81 · Textual History II 413–14]

      V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

      In the first part of Part V three themes are employed: the journey to Emmaus, the approach to the Chapel Perilous (see Miss Weston’s book) and the present decay of eastern Europe.

      356. This is Turdus aonalaschkae pallasii, the hermit-thrush which I have heard in Quebec Province. Chapman says (Handbook of Birds of Eastern North America) ‘it is most at home in secluded woodland and thickety retreats … Its notes are not remarkable for variety or volume, but in purity and sweetness of tone and exquisite modulation they are unequalled.’ Its ‘water-dripping song’ is justly celebrated.

      359. The following lines were stimulated by the account of one of the Antarctic expeditions (I forget which, but I think one of Shackleton’s): it was recorded that the party of explorers, at the extremity of their strength, had the constant delusion that there was one more member than could actually be counted.

      366–76. Cf. Hermann Hesse, Blick ins Chaos: ‘Schon ist halb Europa, schon ist zumindest der halbe Osten Europas auf dem Wege zum Chaos, fährt betrunken im heiligen Wahn am Abgrund entlang und singt dazu, singt betrunken und hymnisch wie Dmitri Karamasoff sang. Ueber diese Lieder lacht der Bürger beleidigt, der Heilige und Seher hört sie mit Tränen.’

      401. ‘Datta, dayadhvam, damyata’ (Give, sympathise, control). The fable of the meaning of the Thunder is found in the Brihadaranyaka–Upanishad, 5, 2. A translation is found in Deussen’s Sechzig Upanishads des Veda, p. 489.

      407. Cf. Webster, The White Devil, V, vi:

      ‘… they’ll remarry

      Ere the worm pierce your winding-sheet, ere the spider

      Make a thin curtain for your epitaphs.’

      411. Cf. Inferno, XXXIII, 46:

      ‘ed io sentii chiavar l’uscio di sotto

      all’orribile torre.’

      Also F. H. Bradley, Appearance and Reality, p. 306.

      [Commentary I 691–702 · Textual History II 414]

      ‘My external sensations are no less private to myself than are my thoughts or my feelings. In either case my experience falls within my own circle, a circle closed on the outside; and, with all its elements alike, every sphere is opaque to the others which surround it … In brief, regarded as an existence which appears in a soul, the whole world for each is peculiar and private to that soul.’

      424. V. Weston: From Ritual to Romance; chapter on the Fisher King.

      427. V. Purgatorio, XXVI, 148.

      ‘Ara vos prec, per aquella valor

      ‘que vos guida al som de l’escalina,

      ‘sovegna vos a temps de ma dolor.’

      Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina.

      428. V. Pervigilium Veneris. Cf. Philomela in Parts II and III.

      429. V. Gérard de Nerval, Sonnet El Desdichado.

      431. V. Kyd’s Spanish Tragedy.

      433. Shantih. Repeated as here, a formal ending to an Upanishad. ‘The Peace which passeth understanding’ is our equivalent to this word.

      [Commentary I 704–709 · Textual History II 415]

      The Hollow Men

      1925

      Mistah Kurtz — he dead.

      The Hollow Men

      A penny for the Old Guy

      I

      We are the hollow men

      We are the stuffed men

      Leaning together

      Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!

      5

      Our dried voices, when

      We whisper together

      Are quiet and meaningless

      As wind in dry grass

      Or rats’ feet over broken glass

      10

      In our dry cellar

      Shape without form, shade without colour,

      Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

      Those who have crossed

      With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom

      15

      Remember us—if at all—not as lost

      Violent souls, but only

      As the hollow men

      The stuffed men.

      II

      Eyes I dare not meet in dreams

      In death’s dream kingdom

      These do not appear:

      There, the eyes are

      5

      Sunlight on a broken column

      There, is a tree swinging

      And voices are

      In the wind’s singing

      More distant and more solemn

      10

      Than a fading star.

      [Commentary I 711–19 · Textual History II 417–19]

      Let me be no nearer

      In death’s dream kingdom

      Let me also wear

      Such deliberate disguises

      15

      Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves

      In a field

      Behaving as the wind behaves

      No nearer—

      Not that final meeting

      20

      In the twilight kingdom

      With eyes I dare not meet in dreams.

      III

      This is the dead land

      This is cactus land

      Here the stone images

      Are raised, here they receive

      5

      The supplication of a dead man’s hand

      Under the twinkle of a fading star.

      Is it like this

      In death’s other kingdom

      Waking alone

      10

      At the hour when we are

      Trembling with tenderness

      Lips that would kiss

      Form prayers to broken stone.

      [Commentary I 720 · Textual History II 419]

      IV

      The eyes are not here

      There are no eyes here

      In this valley of dying stars

      In this hollow valley

      5

      This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

      In this last of meeting places

      We grope together

      And avoid speech

      Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

      10

      Sightless, unless

      The eyes reappear

      As the perpetual star

      Multifoliate rose

      Of death’s twilight kingdom

      15

      The hope only

      Of empty men.

      V

      Here we go round the prickly pear

      Prickly pear prickly pear

      Here we go round the prickly pear

      At five o’clock in the morning.

      5

      Between the idea

      And the reality

      Between the motion

      And the act

      Falls the Shadow

      10

      For Thine is the Kingdom

      <

      [Commentary I
    721–23 · Textual History II 419–20]

      Between the conception

      And the creation

      Between the emotion

      And the response

      15

      Falls the Shadow

      Life is very long

      Between the desire

      And the spasm

      Between the potency

      20

      And the existence

      Between the essence

      And the descent

      Falls the Shadow

      For Thine is the Kingdom

      25

      For Thine is

      Life is

      For Thine is the

      This is the way the world ends

      This is the way the world ends

      30

      This is the way the world ends

      Not with a bang but a whimper.

      [Commentary I 723–26 · Textual History II 420]

      Ash-Wednesday

      1930

      I

      Because I do not hope to turn again

      Because I do not hope

      Because I do not hope to turn

      Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope

      5

      I no longer strive to strive towards such things

      (Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)

      Why should I mourn

      The vanished power of the usual reign?

      Because I do not hope to know again

      10

      The infirm glory of the positive hour

      Because I do not think

      Because I know I shall not know

      The one veritable transitory power

      Because I cannot drink

      15

      There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again

      Because I know that time is always time

     


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