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It’s an image repeated to the point of cliché in subsequent centuries. But in the waste land of T.S. Eliot’s modern world, amid the ruins of World War I, the Chaucerian image of a fertile and resurrective April becomes suffused with cruelty. It is, ironically, winter that “kept us warm.”.
The Waste Land, o magistral poema de T. S. Eliot, publicado em 1922, foi um divisor de águas na poesia do século XX. Recebeu inúmeras traduções em português: Terra Inútil, na primeira tradução de Paulo Mendes Campos, Terra Desolada (Ivan Junqueira), Terra Árida (Gilmar Santos), Terra Gasta (Idelma Ribeiro de Faria), Terra Devastada (Ivo Barroso) e A Terra sem vida, na edição ...
Uma sombra medra sob esta rocha escarlate. (Chega-te à sombra desta rocha escarlate), E vou mostrar-te algo distinto. De tua sombra a caminhar atrás de ti quando amanhece. Ou de tua sombra vespertina ao teu encontro se elevando; Vou revelar-te o que é o medo num punhado de pó. Frisch weht der Wind.
Published in full, with notes. Also featuring Eliot's own reflections and an edited selection of the contemporary reviews, English and American.
18 de nov. de 2017 · Musing upon the king my brother’s wreck. And on the king my father’s death before him. White bodies naked on the low damp ground. And bones cast in a little low dry garret, Rattled by the rat’s foot only, year to year. But at my back from time to time I hear. The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring.
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, 9. And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10. And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. 11. Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch. 12. And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
And the dry stone no sound of water.Only. 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.
