Tuesday, December 4, 2007

T.S. Eliot

Yes, T.S. Eliot is well known and loved by poets everywhere. Thomas Stearns Eliot was born in 1888 and passed away in 1965. His work is admired and cited often, and serious poets often look to his work for his literary correctness. He published several collections and I procured his copy of The Waste Land and Other Poems at a used book-store. Don’t you just love the hidden treasures found in used book-stores? The majority of the poems in this book are long poems and therefore I will feature a shorter excerpt of one I found in this collection. If you are thirsty for more, the Poetry Foundation has a collection of his poems so please click the link on the right and type in his name.


Red river, red river
Slow flow heat is silence
No will is still as a river
White trees, wait, wait,
Delay, decay. Living, living,
Never moving. Ever moving
Iron thoughts came with me
And go with me:
Red river, river, river.

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