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    T.S. Eliot

    The Waste Land (1922)

    THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

    APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding

    Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

    Memory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.

    Winter kept us warm, covering 5Earth in forgetful snow, feeding

    A little life with dried tubers.

    Summer surprised us, coming over the StarnbergerseeWith a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,

    And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

    Bin gar keine Russin, stamm aus Litauen, echt deutsch.And when we were children, staying at the archdukes,

    My cousins, he took me out on a sled,And I was frightened. He said, Marie, 15Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.

    In the mountains, there you feel free.

    I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

    What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow

    Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, 20You cannot say, or guess, for you know only

    A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,

    And the dry stone no sound of water. Only

    There is shadow under this red rock, 25(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. 30Frisch weht der Wind

    Der Heimat zu,Mein Irisch Kind,

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    Wo weilest du?You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; 35They called me the hyacinth girl.

    Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,

    Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could notSpeak, and my eyes failed, I was neither

    Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

    d und leer das Meer.

    Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,

    Had a bad cold, nevertheless

    Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe, 45With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,

    Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)

    Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,

    The lady of situations. 50Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,

    And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,

    Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,

    Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find

    The Hanged Man. Fear death by water. 55I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,

    Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:One must be so careful these days.

    Unreal City, 60Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,

    A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,I had not thought death had undone so many.

    Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. 65Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,

    To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hoursWith a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.

    There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying Stetson!

    You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! 70That corpse you planted last year in your garden,

    Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?

    Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?Oh keep the Dog far hence, thats friend to men,

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    Or with his nails hell dig it up again! 75You! hypocrite lecteur!mon semblable,mon frre!

    NOTESI. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

    Line 20Cf. EzekielII, i.

    23.Cf. EcclesiastesXII, v.

    31.V. Tristan und Isolde,I, verses 58.

    42.Id. III, verse 24.

    46.I am not familiar with the exact constitution of the Tarot pack of cards,

    from which I have obviously departed to suit my own convenience. TheHanged Man, a member of the traditional pack, fits my purpose in two

    ways: because he is associated in my mind with the Hanged God of Frazer,

    and because I associate him with the hooded figure in the passage of the

    disciples to Emmaus in Part V. The Phoenician Sailor and the Merchant

    appear later; also the crowds of people, and Death by Water is executedin Part IV. The Man with Three Staves (an authentic member of the Tarot

    pack) I associate, quite arbitrarily, with the Fisher King himself.

    60.Cf. Baudelaire:

    Fourmillante cit, cit pleine de rves,

    O le spectre en plein jour raccroche le passant.

    63.Cf.Inferno,III. 5557:si lunga tratta

    di gente, chio non avrei mai creduto

    che morte tanta navesse disfatta.

    64.Cf.Inferno,IV. 2527:Quivi, secondo che per ascoltare,

    non avea pianto, ma che di sospiri,

    che laura eterna facevan tremare.

    68.A phenomenon which I have often noticed.

    74.Cf. the Dirge in Websters White Devil.

    76.V. Baudelaire, Preface to Fleurs du Mal.

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    T.S. Eliot

    EL ENTIERRO DE LOS MUERTOS

    De La tierra balda (1922)

    Abril es el mes ms cruel: engendra

    Lilas de la tierra muerta, mezcla

    Memoria y deseo, con lluvia de primavera

    Sacude races soolientas.

    Calor nos dio el invierno, cubriendo

    La tierra con el olvido de la nieve, nutriendo

    Una pequea vida con tubrculos secos.

    En el Starnbergersee1 nos sorprendi el verano

    Con un aguacero; nos detuvimos en la columnata

    Y bajo el sol seguimos hacia el Hofgarten2

    Y tomamos caf y hablamos durante una hora.

    Bin gar keine Russin, stamm aus Litauen, echt

    deutsch.3

    Cuando nios, parando en casa de mi primo

    El archiduque, l me pase en trineo

    Y tuve miedo. Marie, me dijo,

    Marie, cgete fuerte, y nos deslizamos.

    La libertad se siente en las montaas.

    Leo gran parte de la noche, y en el invierno voy al sur.

    Cules races aprietan, qu ramas crecen

    En estos pedregales? Hijo de hombre,

    No puedes decirlo, adivinarlo; t slo conoces

    Una pila de imgenes rotas, donde el sol bate,

    El rbol muerto no cobija, el grillo no consuela

    Y la piedra seca no da sonido de agua. Slo

    Hay sombra bajo esta roca roja

    (Ven bajo la sombra de esta roca roja),

    Y yo te mostrar algo diferente

    De tu sombra que a zancadas te sigue en la maana

    O de tu sombra que en la tarde se levanta para verse

    contigo.

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    En un puado de polvo te mostrar el espanto.

    Frisch weht der Wind Der Heimat zu.

    Mein Irisch Kind,

    Wo weilest du?4

    Hace un ao me diste jacintos por primera vez,

    Me llamaban la nia de los jacintos.

    Mas cuando del jardn de jacintos regresbamos

    tarde,

    Tus brazos llenos y hmedos tus cabellos,

    no pude Hablar ni ver, no estaba vivo

    Ni muerto, no saba nada,

    Mirando en el corazn de la luz; el silencio.

    Oed und leer das Meer.5

    Madame Sosostris, famosa clarividente,

    Tena un fuerte resfriado y, sin embargo,

    Se le conoce como la ms sabia mujer de Europa,

    Con un prfido paquete de barajas. Aqu, dijo ella,

    Est su carta, el Marino Fenicio ahogado

    (Estas perlas fueron sus ojos. Mire!),

    Aqu est Belladonna, la Dama de las Rocas,

    Seora de las situaciones.

    Aqu est el hombre de los tres bastos, aqu la

    Rueda,

    Aqu el comerciante tuerto, y esta carta

    En blanco es algo que l carga en su espalda

    Y que me est prohibido ver. No encuentro

    Al Ahorcado. Tema la muerte por agua.

    Veo multitudes que caminan en crculo.

    Gracias. Si ve usted a la querida Mrs. Equitone,

    Dgale que yo misma llevar el horscopo:

    Hay que tener mucho cuidado en estos das.

    Ciudad Irreal,

    Bajo la parda niebla de un amanecer de invierno,

    Sobre el Puente de Londres flua tal multitud,

    Que jams pens que fueran tantos los que la

    muerte ha quebrantado.

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    Exhalaban suspiros ocasionales y breves

    Y cada hombre fijaba los ojos en sus pies.

    Fluan colina arriba y bajaban por King William

    Street,

    Hacia donde Saint Mary Woolnoth deca las horas

    Con un sonido muerto al final de la novena

    campanada.

    All vi a un conocido, y le detuve, llamndole:

    Stetson!

    T que estuviste conmigo en las naves en

    Mylae!

    Aquel cadver que plantaste el ao pasado en tu

    jardn,

    Ha comenzado a brotar? Florecer este ao

    O ha perturbado su lecho la escarcha repentina?

    Oh, aleja de ah al Perro, que es amigo de los

    hombres,

    O con sus garras lo desenterrar!

    T, hypocrite lecteurmon semblable, mon

    frre!

    NOTAS

    1) Lugar montaoso junto al mar.

    2) Jardn posterior.

    3) No soy rusa, mi estirpe es lituana; (soy) alemana verdadera.

    4) Fresco sopla el viento / en la tierra natal. / Mi nio irlands, / dnde

    ests?5) Vaco y desierto, el mar.