here the book the waste land pdf free by T.S. eliot
This book is one of the most important poems in 20th century English literature. It consists of 434 verses, the first of which is quoted on numerous occasions: «April is the cruellest month» (April is the cruellest month).
The poem, without the author’s notes, first appeared in the UK in the first issue (October 1922) of The Criterion, a literary magazine that Eliot published until January 1939.
The poem was then first published in the United States in The Dial magazine (Vol. 73, November 1922), after a heated negotiation.
In book, the prince edition of The Waste Land was published in the city of New York, in the month of December of 1922, by the publisher Horace Liveright, through the publisher Boni and Liveright, edition that contained his well-known notes at the end of the volume.
In September 1923, the Hogarth Press, house of bibliophilic editions, run by Leonard and Virginia Woolf, published the first British edition of the poem, with an approximate circulation of 450 copies.
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“Jug Jug” to dirty ears.
And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms 105
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still. 110
“My nerves are bad to−night. Yes, bad. Stay
with me.
Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
What are you thinking of? What thinking?
What?
I never know what you are thinking. Think.”
I think we are in rats’ alley 115
Where the dead men lost their bones.
“What is that noise?”
The wind under the door.
“What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?”
Nothing again nothing. 120
“Do
You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you
remember
“Nothing?”
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes. 125
“Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your
head?”
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
It’s so elegant
So intelligent 130
“What shall I do now? What shall I do?
I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
With my hair down, so. What shall we do
tomorrow?
What shall we ever do?”
The hot water at ten.
135
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon
the door.