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  1. Like. “There is shadow under this red rock // (Come in under the shadow of this red rock) // And I will show you something different from either // Your shadow at morning striding behind you // Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you // I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”. ― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land.

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  2. The Anglo-American modernist poet T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) was arguably the most influential poet of the twentieth century, and his 1922 poem The Waste Land is regarded variously as the greatest modernist poem, one of the greatest poems of the twentieth century, and a powerful depiction of post-war despair and disillusionment. But trying to ...

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  3. Feb 25, 2017 · A summary of a classic Eliot poem by Dr Oliver Tearle. ‘Little Gidding’ is the last of T. S. Eliots Four Quartets, but it is also his last significant poem. What’s more, there is a sense in this poem of Eliot seeking to join the threads of his work together, to ‘set a crown upon a lifetime’s effort’, as he puts it in ‘Little ...

  4. Four Quartets: “Little GiddingQuotes. Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire, The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches, In windless cold that is the heart’s heat, Reflecting in a watery mirror ...

  5. Her stove, and lays out food in tins. T. S. Eliot. 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. T. S. Eliot. Who is the third who walks always beside you. When I count, there are only you and I together.

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  7. The Void. He turned his gaze to the white expanse of the ceiling: Thoughts and voices drift at the edge of consciousness. a tangible silence of boredom envelops, bringing. soft sweeping swells of meaningless white nothing. imagination & flying free among the. 'true blue sky' and 'infinite yes.'.

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