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Ladataan... The Hollow MenTekijä: T. S. Eliot
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Kirjaudu LibraryThingiin nähdäksesi, pidätkö tästä kirjasta vai et. Ei tämänhetkisiä Keskustelu-viestiketjuja tästä kirjasta. This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. Certain phrases are always echoing in my mind, and this is one of them. Whatever else may be said of my useless high school years, they got the meditations of one T.S. Eliot into my head. In high school, I loved to pick Eliot's poems apart, running every allusion back down to unlock the 'true' meaning. Rereading this for a group read, I am gratified to find that the imagery itself arrests me now in a way it has never done before. (Once I have devoured this again for the first time, it gets a proper review.) *************************** Four months later, here is the proper review. Only it is impossible for me to really review this poem, because it is one of my all time favorites. Hard to review the things that made me what I am. So here is more of an experience of it, an appreciation of the imagery, if you will. (Eliot would hate this for annotation and anachronism, but that's what you get for being a poet who stands the test of time.) I strongly suggest you read the poem yourself first before proceeding to the images I am about to attach to it. It is quite readily available online (here, for instance). Ready? Here we go. *************************** Mistah Kurtz-he dead A penny for the Old Guy We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass 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 Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men. Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star. Let me be no nearer In death's dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer- Not that final meeting In the twilight kingdom This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive 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 At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone. The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley 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. Sightless, unless The eyes reappear As the perpetual star Multifoliate rose Of death's twilight kingdom The hope only Of empty men. 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. Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long Between the desire And the spasm Between the potency And the existence Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom For Thine is Life is For Thine is the This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. Full review finished 6/17/16 näyttää 2/2 ei arvosteluja | lisää arvostelu
Sisältyy tähän:The Complete Poems and Plays (tekijä: T. S. Eliot) Collected poems, 1909–1962 (tekijä: T. S. Eliot) Collected Poems, 1909–1935 (tekijä: T. S. Eliot) A Quarto of Modern Literature (tekijä: Leonard Brown) Sisältää opiskelijan oppaan
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"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. "
I need to understand this poem more deeply. ( )