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My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand. T. S. Eliot (2014). “Complete Poems and Plays, 1909-1950”, p.78, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt.
These five words begin Eliot’s landmark 1922 poem The Waste Land, but the full first line of the poem’s opening section, ‘The Burial of the Dead’, continues beyond the word ‘month’ with the word ‘breeding’ (after a comma).
Feb 4, 2021 · Here are ten of the greatest lines of T. S. Eliot’s work. 1. ‘April is the cruellest month’. Let’s begin with perhaps the best-known line from Eliot’s best-known poem – although it isn’t technically the opening line of the poem. Well … not quite, anyway.
The Burial of the Dead. April is the cruellest month, breeding. Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing. Memory and desire, stirring. Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering. Earth in forgetful snow, feeding. A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee.
Portrait of a Lady. By T. S. Eliot. Share. Thou hast committed—Fornication: but that was in another country,And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. I. Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon. You have the scene arrange itself — as it will seem to do—. With 'I have saved this afternoon for you';
‘Whispers of Immortality‘ describes the connection between life, death, love, and sex and how ultimately, death becomes the most important thing in life. The poem begins with the speaker describing how John Webster, a dramatist, thought about life and death.
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But nearness to death no nearer to God. Where is the life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?” ― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land and Other Poems
