Waste Land and Other Poems
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A Vintage Classics edition of T. S. Eliot's most groundbreaking poems "This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper." Those famous concluding lines of T. S. Eliot's "The Hollow Men" have resonated with readers for nearly a century. As with "April is the cruelest month," from The Waste Land and "Do I dare disturb the universe?," from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," Eliot's words have permanently entered our cultural bloodstream. Through the poems in this volume, representing his first four published collections, Eliot reshaped modern literature with a daring and overpowering vision of a decaying civilization and the urgent need for spiritual renewal.
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Waste Land and Other Poems
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Book Details
- Publisher:
- Vintage
- ISBN:
- 9780593313343
- Binding:
- Paperback
- Pages:
- 96
- Authors:
- T S Eliot
- Published Date:
- 2021-05-11
- Language:
- English
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Who was your "gateway poet," the poet whose first book or poem made you want to write?
I’d say my gateway poem was “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T. S. Eliot—which says a lot about my early attraction to anxious men concerned with mortality and possibly wearing rolled trousers. I think what struck me was the realization that I could write in my own voice about my own concerns—I could be funny and tender and anxious and and and. . . These days, my understanding of Eliot himself is more complicated, but it was the first poem that made me think, Wait, poetry can do this?
I think what Eliot did for me was give me permission to be myself and write in my own voice. I learned there were poets writing in accessible and interesting ways, that lines and images can make poem work on several levels. Like that line “Do I dare eat a peach?”