Poems 1909-35 / compiled by Stephen V.F. Waite
| dc.contributor | Waite, Stephen Packard Humanities Institute |
| dc.contributor.author | Eliot, T.S., (Thomas Stearns), 1888-1965 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-21T15:53:08Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-21T15:53:08Z |
| dc.date.created | 1971 |
| dc.date.issued | 1976-01-01 |
| dc.identifier | ota:0050 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/0050 |
| dc.description.abstract | In English Title from University of Oxford Text Archive records |
| dc.format.extent | Text data less than 512 KB Contains markup characters |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Legacy Collection |
| dc.rights | Although this resource has been deposited with us, it is not currently available for re-use by others. |
| dc.rights.uri | https://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/licence-ota |
| dc.rights.label | ACA |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Poems -- Great Britain -- 20th century |
| dc.subject.other | Poems |
| dc.title | Poems 1909-35 / compiled by Stephen V.F. Waite |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 189247 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1900-1999 |
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<T PRUFROCK AND OTHER OBSERVATIONS 1917><P 0> FOR JEAN VERDENAL, 1889-1915 MORT AUX DARDENELLES #OR PUOI LA QUANTITATE COMPRENDER DELL'AMOR CH'A TE MI SCALDA, QUANDO DISMENTO NOSTRA VANITATE, TRATTANDO L'OMBRE COME COSA SALDA.# <P 1><L 0> THE LOVE SONG OF J& ALFRED PRUFROCK ((#S'IO CREDESSI CHE MIA RIPOSTA FOSSE A PERSONA CHE MAI TORNASSE AL MONDO, QUESTA FIAMMA STARIA SENZA PI*U SCOSSE. MA PER CI*O CHE GIAMMAI DI QUESTO FONDO NON TORN*O VIVO ALCUN, S'I'ODO IL VERO, SENZA TEMA D'INFAMIA TI RISPONDO.#)) LET US GO THEN, YOU AND I, WHEN THE EVENING IS SPREAD OUT AGAINST THE SKY LIKE A PATIENT ETHERISED UPON A TABLE; LET US GO, THROUGH CERTAIN HALF-DESERTED STREETS, THE MUTTERING RETREATS OF RESTLESS NIGHTS IN ONE-NIGHT CHEAP HOTELS AND SAWDUST RESTAURANTS WITH OYSTER-SHELLS: STREETS THAT FOLLOW LIKE A TEDIOUS ARGUMENT OF INSIDIOUS INTENT TO LEAD YOU TO AN OVERWHELMING QUESTION ... OH, DO NOT ASK, %WHAT IS IT?% LET US GO AND MAKE OUR VISIT. IN THE ROOM THE WOMEN COME AND GO TALKING OF MICH . . .
