The Waste Land

Song	The Waste Land
Artist	T.S.Eliot
Artist	Robert Speaight
Album	The Waste Land (And other T.S.Eliot Works)

Lyrics

[00:00.000]	作曲 : T.S.Eliot
[00:00.0]	The Waste Land
[00:01.98]	I. The Burial of the Dead
[00:05.98]	April is the cruellest month, breeding
[00:09.30]	Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
[00:12.48]	Memory and desire, stirring
[00:15.25]	Dull roots with spring rain.
[00:18.80]	Winter kept us warm, covering
[00:20.93]	Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
[00:23.84]	A little life with dried tubers.
[00:28.15]	Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
[00:30.97]	With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
[00:34.19]	And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
[00:37.4]	And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
[00:39.93]	Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
[00:45.55]	And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s,
[00:48.39]	My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
[00:50.49]	And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
[00:53.57]	Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
[00:58.76]	In the mountains, there you feel free.
[01:02.87]	I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
[01:10.19]	What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
[01:14.2]	Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
[01:17.96]	You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
[01:21.85]	A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
[01:25.66]	And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
[01:30.65]	And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
[01:35.86]	There is shadow under this red rock,
[01:39.53]	(Come in under the shadow of this red rock), （
[01:43.34]	And I will show you something different from either
[01:46.7]	Your shadow at morning striding behind you
[01:50.10]	Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
[01:54.78]	I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
[02:02.64]	Frisch weht der Wind
[02:04.80]	Der Heimat zu
[02:06.93]	Mein Irisch Kind,
[02:09.2]	Wo weilest du?
[02:12.5]	“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; “
[02:15.96]	“They called me the hyacinth girl.”
[02:20.42]	—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,——
[02:24.41]	Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
[02:28.44]	Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
[02:32.77]	Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
[02:37.6]	Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
[02:42.20]	Oed’ und leer das Meer.
[02:47.95]	Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
[02:51.42]	Had a bad cold, nevertheless
[02:53.92]	Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
[02:56.53]	With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
[03:01.8]	Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
[03:05.77]	(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
[03:10.23]	Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
[03:14.33]	The lady of situations.
[03:17.99]	Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
[03:24.96]	And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
[03:29.41]	Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
[03:34.12]	Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
[03:40.87]	The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
[03:48.61]	I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
[03:55.14]	Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
[04:00.72]	Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
[04:03.67]	One must be so careful these days.
[04:09.33]	Unreal City,
[04:11.84]	Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
[04:15.38]	A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
[04:19.58]	I had not thought death had undone so many.
[04:23.92]	Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
[04:28.6]	And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
[04:31.44]	Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
[04:34.80]	To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
[04:38.14]	With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
[04:42.68]	There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: “Stetson!
[04:48.53]	“You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
[04:52.26]	“That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
[04:55.78]	“Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
[05:00.24]	“Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
[05:04.6]	“Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
[05:09.7]	“Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!
[05:12.81]	“You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!”
[05:26.24]	II. A Game of Chess
[05:29.96]	The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
[05:33.10]	Glowed on the marble, where the glass
[05:35.87]	Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
[05:39.17]	From which a golden Cupidon peeped out
[05:41.64]	(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)（
[05:44.23]	Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
[05:47.67]	Reflecting light upon the table as
[05:49.91]	The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
[05:52.45]	From satin cases poured in rich profusion;
[05:57.23]	In vials of ivory and coloured glass
[05:59.83]	Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
[06:04.58]	Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused
[06:09.71]	And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
[06:14.79]	That freshened from the window, these ascended
[06:18.2]	In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
[06:21.28]	Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
[06:24.15]	Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
[06:27.4]	Huge sea-wood fed with copper
[06:29.71]	Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
[06:34.44]	In which sad light a carvéd dolphin swam.
[06:39.78]	Above the antique mantel was displayed
[06:42.50]	As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
[06:45.92]	The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
[06:49.57]	So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale
[06:54.48]	Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
[06:57.84]	And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
[07:03.19]	“Jug Jug” to dirty ears. “
[07:07.20]	And other withered stumps of time
[07:09.55]	Were told upon the walls; staring forms
[07:13.38]	Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
[07:18.40]	Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
[07:21.50]	Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
[07:24.71]	Spread out in fiery points
[07:27.39]	Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
[07:34.90]	“My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me. “
[07:38.81]	“Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.
[07:43.13]	“What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
[07:45.95]	“I never know what you are thinking. Think.”
[07:50.85]	I think we are in rats’ alley
[07:53.38]	Where the dead men lost their bones.
[07:57.7]	“What is that noise?” “
[07:59.68]	The wind under the door.
[08:02.21]	“What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?”
[08:05.92]	Nothing again nothing.
[08:10.60]	“Do you know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember nothing?”
[08:19.39]	I remember
[08:21.4]	Those are pearls that were his eyes.
[08:25.13]	“Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?”
[08:29.31]	But
[08:30.56]	O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
[08:34.72]	It’s so elegant
[08:36.26]	So intelligent
[08:38.15]	“What shall I do now? What shall I do?”
[08:40.73]	“I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
[08:42.39]	“With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
[08:46.92]	“What shall we ever do?”
[08:49.95]	The hot water at ten.
[08:52.48]	And if it rains, a closed car at four.
[08:56.43]	And we shall play a game of chess,
[08:59.2]	Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
[09:07.35]	When Lil’s husband got demobbed, I said—
[09:10.40]	I didn’t mince my words, I said to her myself,
[09:13.73]	HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
[09:16.43]	Now Albert’s coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
[09:20.30]	He’ll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
[09:22.51]	To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
[09:27.97]	You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,
[09:31.5]	He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you.
[09:34.14]	And no more can’t I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
[09:37.95]	He’s been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
[09:41.49]	And if you don’t give it him, there’s others will, I said.
[09:44.31]	Oh is there, she said. something o’ that, I said.
[09:48.39]	Then I’ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
[09:52.43]	HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
[09:55.48]	If you don’t like it you can get on with it, I said.
[09:58.4]	Others can pick and choose if you can’t.
[10:00.87]	But if Albert makes off, it won’t be for lack of telling.
[10:04.41]	You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
[10:08.96]	(And her only thirty-one.)
[10:11.82]	I can’t help it, she said, pulling a long face,
[10:14.41]	It’s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
[10:18.43]	(She’s had five already, and nearly died of young George.)
[10:23.20]	The chemist said it would be all right, but I’ve never been the same.
[10:27.59]	You are a proper fool, I said.
[10:30.79]	Well, if Albert won’t leave you alone, there it is, I said,
[10:33.94]	What you get married for if you don’t want children?
[10:36.91]	HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
[10:39.49]	Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
[10:42.73]	And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot—
[10:46.17]	HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
[10:48.3]	HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
[10:50.88]	Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
[10:55.98]	Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
[11:00.4]	Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
[11:11.95]	III. The Fire Sermon
[11:15.55]	The river’s tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
[11:19.60]	Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
[11:23.9]	Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
[11:28.91]	Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
[11:33.38]	The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
[11:36.54]	Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
[11:40.19]	Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
[11:45.95]	And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;
[11:49.96]	Departed, have left no addresses.
[11:54.84]	By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . .
[11:58.51]	Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
[12:01.82]	Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
[12:07.7]	But at my back in a cold blast I hear
[12:10.29]	The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
[12:16.71]	A rat crept softly through the vegetation
[12:19.93]	Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
[12:22.38]	While I was fishing in the dull canal
[12:24.96]	On a winter evening round behind the gashouse
[12:28.58]	Musing upon the king my brother’s wreck
[12:31.2]	And on the king my father’s death before him.
[12:35.21]	White bodies naked on the low damp ground
[12:38.95]	And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
[12:43.2]	Rattled by the rat’s foot only, year to year.
[12:48.78]	But at my back from time to time I hear
[12:51.66]	The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
[12:55.79]	Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
[12:59.56]	O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter
[13:04.1]	And on her daughter
[13:06.35]	They wash their feet in soda water
[13:11.85]	Et O ces voix d’enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
[13:18.50]	Twit twit twit
[13:20.76]	Jug jug jug jug jug jug
[13:25.49]	So rudely forc’d.
[13:30.11]	Tereu
[13:35.14]	Unreal City
[13:37.99]	Under the brown fog of a winter noon
[13:41.2]	Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
[13:43.50]	Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants
[13:46.18]	C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
[13:49.57]	Asked me in demotic French
[13:51.93]	To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
[13:54.25]	Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
[13:58.81]	At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
[14:01.81]	Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
[14:05.78]	Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
[14:09.56]	I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
[14:15.76]	Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
[14:20.46]	At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
[14:24.70]	Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
[14:28.86]	The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
[14:33.77]	Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
[14:38.28]	Out of the window perilously spread
[14:40.63]	Her drying combinations touched by the sun’s last rays,
[14:45.73]	On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
[14:48.79]	Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
[14:53.75]	I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
[14:57.23]	Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest—
[15:01.7]	I too awaited the expected guest.
[15:04.87]	He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
[15:07.98]	A small house agent’s clerk, with one bold stare,
[15:12.29]	One of the low on whom assurance sits
[15:14.79]	As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
[15:18.25]	The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
[15:20.89]	The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
[15:24.12]	Endeavours to engage her in caresses
[15:26.78]	Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
[15:30.30]	Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
[15:33.16]	Exploring hands encounter no defence;
[15:36.22]	His vanity requires no response,
[15:38.93]	And makes a welcome of indifference.
[15:42.35]	(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
[15:45.25]	Enacted on this same divan or bed;
[15:48.94]	I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
[15:52.26]	And walked among the lowest of the dead.)
[15:55.74]	Bestows one final patronising kiss,
[15:59.57]	And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . .
[16:05.53]	She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
[16:08.11]	Hardly aware of her departed lover;
[16:11.13]	Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
[16:15.41]	“Well now that’s done: and I’m glad it’s over.” “
[16:20.1]	When lovely woman stoops to folly and
[16:23.8]	Paces about her room again, alone,
[16:26.64]	She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
[16:30.50]	And puts a record on the gramophone.
[16:35.20]	“This music crept by me upon the waters” “
[16:39.81]	And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
[16:43.58]	O City city, I can sometimes hear
[16:47.87]	Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,
[16:50.81]	The pleasant whining of a mandoline
[16:53.8]	And a clatter and a chatter from within
[16:55.68]	Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
[16:59.57]	Of Magnus Martyr hold
[17:02.24]	Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
[17:09.47]	The river sweats
[17:10.62]	Oil and tar
[17:12.39]	The barges drift
[17:13.60]	With the turning tide
[17:15.62]	Red sails
[17:16.69]	Wide
[17:17.34]	To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
[17:21.66]	The barges wash
[17:22.91]	Drifting logs
[17:24.72]	Down Greenwich reach
[17:26.47]	Past the Isle of Dogs.
[17:29.39]	Weialala leia
[17:35.66]	Wallala leialala
[17:44.80]	Elizabeth and Leicester
[17:46.80]	Beating oars
[17:48.72]	The stern was formed
[17:50.31]	A gilded shell
[17:52.0]	Red and gold
[17:54.5]	The brisk swell
[17:55.34]	Rippled both shores
[17:57.42]	Southwest wind
[17:59.13]	Carried down stream
[18:00.94]	The peal of bells
[18:03.42]	White towers
[18:06.23]	Weialala leia
[18:12.99]	Wallala leialala
[18:21.65]	“Trams and dusty trees. “
[18:24.90]	Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
[18:28.32]	Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
[18:33.35]	Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.”
[18:37.83]	“My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart “
[18:41.30]	Under my feet. After the event
[18:45.50]	He wept. He promised a ‘new start.’
[18:51.20]	I made no comment. What should I resent?”
[18:57.47]	“On Margate Sands. “
[19:00.68]	I can connect
[19:01.83]	Nothing with nothing.
[19:04.64]	The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
[19:09.67]	My people humble people who expect
[19:13.91]	Nothing
[19:16.54]	la la
[19:23.17]	To Carthage then I came
[19:27.40]	Burning burning burning burning
[19:35.6]	O Lord Thou pluckest me out
[19:39.72]	O Lord Thou pluckest
[19:45.16]	burning
[19:52.91]	IV. Death by Water
[19:56.17]	Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
[19:59.56]	Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
[20:03.89]	And the profit and loss.
[20:06.92]	A current under sea
[20:08.65]	Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
[20:14.56]	He passed the stages of his age and youth
[20:17.57]	Entering the whirlpool.
[20:21.6]	Gentile or Jew
[20:23.35]	O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
[20:27.57]	Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
[20:37.26]	V. What the Thunder Said
[20:41.83]	After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
[20:45.79]	After the frosty silence in the gardens
[20:49.76]	After the agony in stony places
[20:53.19]	The shouting and the crying
[20:55.69]	Prison and palace and reverberation
[20:58.59]	Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
[21:03.35]	He who was living is now dead
[21:07.24]	We who were living are now dying
[21:10.76]	With a little patience
[21:14.53]	Here is no water but only rock
[21:18.14]	Rock and no water and the sandy road
[21:22.50]	The road winding above among the mountains
[21:25.76]	Which are mountains of rock without water
[21:29.69]	If there were water we should stop and drink
[21:32.92]	Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
[21:36.65]	Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
[21:40.74]	If there were only water amongst the rock
[21:44.10]	Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
[21:48.52]	Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
[21:53.20]	There is not even silence in the mountains
[21:56.88]	But dry sterile thunder without rain
[22:01.85]	There is not even solitude in the mountains
[22:05.55]	But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
[22:10.25]	From doors of mudcracked houses
[22:14.49]	If there were water
[22:16.4]	And no rock
[22:17.86]	If there were rock
[22:18.88]	And also water
[22:20.94]	And water
[22:22.34]	A spring
[22:24.12]	A pool among the rock
[22:26.5]	If there were the sound of water only
[22:29.9]	Not the cicada
[22:30.67]	And dry grass singing
[22:33.14]	But sound of water over a rock
[22:35.71]	Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
[22:39.23]	Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
[22:46.59]	But there is no water
[22:51.74]	Who is the third who walks always beside you?
[22:54.68]	When I count, there are only you and I together
[22:57.33]	But when I look ahead up the white road
[22:59.59]	There is always another one walking beside you
[23:02.44]	Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
[23:06.34]	I do not know whether a man or a woman
[23:10.26]	—But who is that on the other side of you? ——
[23:15.50]	What is that sound high in the air
[23:18.54]	Murmur of maternal lamentation
[23:21.81]	Who are those hooded hordes swarming
[23:24.49]	Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
[23:29.2]	Ringed by the flat horizon only
[23:32.81]	What is the city over the mountains
[23:35.78]	Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
[23:40.84]	Falling towers
[23:42.96]	Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
[23:47.23]	Vienna London
[23:51.64]	Unreal
[23:56.17]	A woman drew her long black hair out tight
[23:59.28]	And fiddled whisper music on those strings
[24:02.40]	And bats with baby faces in the violet light
[24:05.61]	Whistled, and beat their wings
[24:07.83]	And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
[24:10.86]	And upside down in air were towers
[24:13.61]	Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
[24:17.36]	And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
[24:25.10]	In this decayed hole among the mountains
[24:28.66]	In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
[24:32.22]	Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
[24:37.17]	There is the empty chapel, only the wind’s home.
[24:42.39]	It has no windows, and the door swings,
[24:47.35]	Dry bones can harm no one.
[24:50.83]	Only a cock stood on the rooftree
[24:54.13]	Co co rico co co rico
[24:59.33]	In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
[25:03.91]	Bringing rain
[25:06.93]	Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
[25:10.24]	Waited for rain, while the black clouds
[25:13.90]	Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
[25:18.87]	The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
[25:23.95]	Then spoke the thunder
[25:27.65]	DA
[25:29.77]	_what have we given
[25:35.9]	My friend, blood shaking my heart
[25:38.46]	The awful daring of a moment’s surrender
[25:41.30]	Which an age of prudence can never retract
[25:44.60]	By this, and this only, we have existed
[25:47.91]	Which is not to be found in our obituaries
[25:50.51]	Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
[25:53.96]	Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
[25:56.70]	In our empty rooms
[25:59.69]	DA
[26:01.41]	_I have heard the key
[26:06.25]	Turn in the door once and turn once only
[26:11.6]	We think of the key, each in his prison
[26:14.98]	Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
[26:19.20]	Only at nightfall, aethereal rumours
[26:23.68]	Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
[26:29.18]	DA
[26:30.90]	Damyata: The boat responded Damyata:
[26:34.56]	Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
[26:37.90]	The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
[26:41.30]	Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
[26:44.27]	To controlling hands
[26:48.69]	I sat upon the shore
[26:50.48]	Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
[26:54.89]	Shall I at least set my lands in order?
[26:59.2]	London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
[27:06.58]	Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina
[27:10.83]	Quando fiam uti chelidon—O swallow swallow
[27:19.85]	Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie
[27:25.83]	These fragments I have shored against my ruins
[27:31.16]	Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe.
[27:36.59]	Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
[27:44.36]	Shantih shantih shantih

Pinyin

[00:00.000]	zuò qǔ : T. S. Eliot
[00:00.0]	The Waste Land
[00:01.98]	I. The Burial of the Dead
[00:05.98]	April is the cruellest month, breeding
[00:09.30]	Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
[00:12.48]	Memory and desire, stirring
[00:15.25]	Dull roots with spring rain.
[00:18.80]	Winter kept us warm, covering
[00:20.93]	Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
[00:23.84]	A little life with dried tubers.
[00:28.15]	Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
[00:30.97]	With a shower of rain we stopped in the colonnade,
[00:34.19]	And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
[00:37.4]	And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
[00:39.93]	Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
[00:45.55]	And when we were children, staying at the archduke' s,
[00:48.39]	My cousin' s, he took me out on a sled,
[00:50.49]	And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
[00:53.57]	Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
[00:58.76]	In the mountains, there you feel free.
[01:02.87]	I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
[01:10.19]	What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
[01:14.2]	Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
[01:17.96]	You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
[01:21.85]	A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
[01:25.66]	And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
[01:30.65]	And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
[01:35.86]	There is shadow under this red rock,
[01:39.53]	Come in under the shadow of this red rock,
[01:43.34]	And I will show you something different from either
[01:46.7]	Your shadow at morning striding behind you
[01:50.10]	Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you
[01:54.78]	I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
[02:02.64]	Frisch weht der Wind
[02:04.80]	Der Heimat zu
[02:06.93]	Mein Irisch Kind,
[02:09.2]	Wo weilest du?
[02:12.5]	" You gave me hyacinths first a year ago "
[02:15.96]	" They called me the hyacinth girl."
[02:20.42]	Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
[02:24.41]	Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
[02:28.44]	Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
[02:32.77]	Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
[02:37.6]	Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
[02:42.20]	Oed' und leer das Meer.
[02:47.95]	Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
[02:51.42]	Had a bad cold, nevertheless
[02:53.92]	Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
[02:56.53]	With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
[03:01.8]	Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
[03:05.77]	Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!
[03:10.23]	Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
[03:14.33]	The lady of situations.
[03:17.99]	Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
[03:24.96]	And here is the oneeyed merchant, and this card,
[03:29.41]	Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
[03:34.12]	Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
[03:40.87]	The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
[03:48.61]	I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
[03:55.14]	Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
[04:00.72]	Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
[04:03.67]	One must be so careful these days.
[04:09.33]	Unreal City,
[04:11.84]	Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
[04:15.38]	A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
[04:19.58]	I had not thought death had undone so many.
[04:23.92]	Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
[04:28.6]	And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
[04:31.44]	Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
[04:34.80]	To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
[04:38.14]	With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
[04:42.68]	There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: " Stetson!
[04:48.53]	" You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
[04:52.26]	" That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
[04:55.78]	" Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
[05:00.24]	" Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
[05:04.6]	" Oh keep the Dog far hence, that' s friend to men,
[05:09.7]	" Or with his nails he' ll dig it up again!
[05:12.81]	" You! hypocrite lecteur! mon semblable, mon frè re!"
[05:26.24]	II. A Game of Chess
[05:29.96]	The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
[05:33.10]	Glowed on the marble, where the glass
[05:35.87]	Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
[05:39.17]	From which a golden Cupidon peeped out
[05:41.64]	Another hid his eyes behind his wing
[05:44.23]	Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
[05:47.67]	Reflecting light upon the table as
[05:49.91]	The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
[05:52.45]	From satin cases poured in rich profusion
[05:57.23]	In vials of ivory and coloured glass
[05:59.83]	Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
[06:04.58]	Unguent, powdered, or liquid troubled, confused
[06:09.71]	And drowned the sense in odours stirred by the air
[06:14.79]	That freshened from the window, these ascended
[06:18.2]	In fattening the prolonged candleflames,
[06:21.28]	Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
[06:24.15]	Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
[06:27.4]	Huge seawood fed with copper
[06:29.71]	Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
[06:34.44]	In which sad light a carvé d dolphin swam.
[06:39.78]	Above the antique mantel was displayed
[06:42.50]	As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
[06:45.92]	The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
[06:49.57]	So rudely forced yet there the nightingale
[06:54.48]	Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
[06:57.84]	And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
[07:03.19]	" Jug Jug" to dirty ears. "
[07:07.20]	And other withered stumps of time
[07:09.55]	Were told upon the walls staring forms
[07:13.38]	Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
[07:18.40]	Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
[07:21.50]	Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
[07:24.71]	Spread out in fiery points
[07:27.39]	Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
[07:34.90]	" My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me. "
[07:38.81]	" Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.
[07:43.13]	" What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
[07:45.95]	" I never know what you are thinking. Think."
[07:50.85]	I think we are in rats' alley
[07:53.38]	Where the dead men lost their bones.
[07:57.7]	" What is that noise?" "
[07:59.68]	The wind under the door.
[08:02.21]	" What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?"
[08:05.92]	Nothing again nothing.
[08:10.60]	" Do you know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember nothing?"
[08:19.39]	I remember
[08:21.4]	Those are pearls that were his eyes.
[08:25.13]	" Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?"
[08:29.31]	But
[08:30.56]	O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag
[08:34.72]	It' s so elegant
[08:36.26]	So intelligent
[08:38.15]	" What shall I do now? What shall I do?"
[08:40.73]	" I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
[08:42.39]	" With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow?
[08:46.92]	" What shall we ever do?"
[08:49.95]	The hot water at ten.
[08:52.48]	And if it rains, a closed car at four.
[08:56.43]	And we shall play a game of chess,
[08:59.2]	Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
[09:07.35]	When Lil' s husband got demobbed, I said
[09:10.40]	I didn' t mince my words, I said to her myself,
[09:13.73]	HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
[09:16.43]	Now Albert' s coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
[09:20.30]	He' ll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
[09:22.51]	To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
[09:27.97]	You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,
[09:31.5]	He said, I swear, I can' t bear to look at you.
[09:34.14]	And no more can' t I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
[09:37.95]	He' s been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
[09:41.49]	And if you don' t give it him, there' s others will, I said.
[09:44.31]	Oh is there, she said. something o' that, I said.
[09:48.39]	Then I' ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
[09:52.43]	HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
[09:55.48]	If you don' t like it you can get on with it, I said.
[09:58.4]	Others can pick and choose if you can' t.
[10:00.87]	But if Albert makes off, it won' t be for lack of telling.
[10:04.41]	You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
[10:08.96]	And her only thirtyone.
[10:11.82]	I can' t help it, she said, pulling a long face,
[10:14.41]	It' s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
[10:18.43]	She' s had five already, and nearly died of young George.
[10:23.20]	The chemist said it would be all right, but I' ve never been the same.
[10:27.59]	You are a proper fool, I said.
[10:30.79]	Well, if Albert won' t leave you alone, there it is, I said,
[10:33.94]	What you get married for if you don' t want children?
[10:36.91]	HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
[10:39.49]	Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
[10:42.73]	And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot
[10:46.17]	HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
[10:48.3]	HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
[10:50.88]	Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
[10:55.98]	Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
[11:00.4]	Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
[11:11.95]	III. The Fire Sermon
[11:15.55]	The river' s tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
[11:19.60]	Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
[11:23.9]	Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
[11:28.91]	Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
[11:33.38]	The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
[11:36.54]	Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
[11:40.19]	Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
[11:45.95]	And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors
[11:49.96]	Departed, have left no addresses.
[11:54.84]	By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . .
[11:58.51]	Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
[12:01.82]	Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
[12:07.7]	But at my back in a cold blast I hear
[12:10.29]	The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
[12:16.71]	A rat crept softly through the vegetation
[12:19.93]	Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
[12:22.38]	While I was fishing in the dull canal
[12:24.96]	On a winter evening round behind the gashouse
[12:28.58]	Musing upon the king my brother' s wreck
[12:31.2]	And on the king my father' s death before him.
[12:35.21]	White bodies naked on the low damp ground
[12:38.95]	And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
[12:43.2]	Rattled by the rat' s foot only, year to year.
[12:48.78]	But at my back from time to time I hear
[12:51.66]	The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
[12:55.79]	Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
[12:59.56]	O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter
[13:04.1]	And on her daughter
[13:06.35]	They wash their feet in soda water
[13:11.85]	Et O ces voix d' enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
[13:18.50]	Twit twit twit
[13:20.76]	Jug jug jug jug jug jug
[13:25.49]	So rudely forc' d.
[13:30.11]	Tereu
[13:35.14]	Unreal City
[13:37.99]	Under the brown fog of a winter noon
[13:41.2]	Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
[13:43.50]	Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants
[13:46.18]	C. i. f. London: documents at sight,
[13:49.57]	Asked me in demotic French
[13:51.93]	To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
[13:54.25]	Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
[13:58.81]	At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
[14:01.81]	Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
[14:05.78]	Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
[14:09.56]	I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
[14:15.76]	Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
[14:20.46]	At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
[14:24.70]	Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
[14:28.86]	The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
[14:33.77]	Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
[14:38.28]	Out of the window perilously spread
[14:40.63]	Her drying combinations touched by the sun' s last rays,
[14:45.73]	On the divan are piled at night her bed
[14:48.79]	Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
[14:53.75]	I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
[14:57.23]	Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest
[15:01.7]	I too awaited the expected guest.
[15:04.87]	He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
[15:07.98]	A small house agent' s clerk, with one bold stare,
[15:12.29]	One of the low on whom assurance sits
[15:14.79]	As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
[15:18.25]	The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
[15:20.89]	The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
[15:24.12]	Endeavours to engage her in caresses
[15:26.78]	Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
[15:30.30]	Flushed and decided, he assaults at once
[15:33.16]	Exploring hands encounter no defence
[15:36.22]	His vanity requires no response,
[15:38.93]	And makes a welcome of indifference.
[15:42.35]	And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
[15:45.25]	Enacted on this same divan or bed
[15:48.94]	I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
[15:52.26]	And walked among the lowest of the dead.
[15:55.74]	Bestows one final patronising kiss,
[15:59.57]	And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . .
[16:05.53]	She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
[16:08.11]	Hardly aware of her departed lover
[16:11.13]	Her brain allows one halfformed thought to pass:
[16:15.41]	" Well now that' s done: and I' m glad it' s over." "
[16:20.1]	When lovely woman stoops to folly and
[16:23.8]	Paces about her room again, alone,
[16:26.64]	She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
[16:30.50]	And puts a record on the gramophone.
[16:35.20]	" This music crept by me upon the waters" "
[16:39.81]	And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
[16:43.58]	O City city, I can sometimes hear
[16:47.87]	Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,
[16:50.81]	The pleasant whining of a mandoline
[16:53.8]	And a clatter and a chatter from within
[16:55.68]	Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
[16:59.57]	Of Magnus Martyr hold
[17:02.24]	Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
[17:09.47]	The river sweats
[17:10.62]	Oil and tar
[17:12.39]	The barges drift
[17:13.60]	With the turning tide
[17:15.62]	Red sails
[17:16.69]	Wide
[17:17.34]	To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
[17:21.66]	The barges wash
[17:22.91]	Drifting logs
[17:24.72]	Down Greenwich reach
[17:26.47]	Past the Isle of Dogs.
[17:29.39]	Weialala leia
[17:35.66]	Wallala leialala
[17:44.80]	Elizabeth and Leicester
[17:46.80]	Beating oars
[17:48.72]	The stern was formed
[17:50.31]	A gilded shell
[17:52.0]	Red and gold
[17:54.5]	The brisk swell
[17:55.34]	Rippled both shores
[17:57.42]	Southwest wind
[17:59.13]	Carried down stream
[18:00.94]	The peal of bells
[18:03.42]	White towers
[18:06.23]	Weialala leia
[18:12.99]	Wallala leialala
[18:21.65]	" Trams and dusty trees. "
[18:24.90]	Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
[18:28.32]	Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
[18:33.35]	Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe."
[18:37.83]	" My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart "
[18:41.30]	Under my feet. After the event
[18:45.50]	He wept. He promised a ' new start.'
[18:51.20]	I made no comment. What should I resent?"
[18:57.47]	" On Margate Sands. "
[19:00.68]	I can connect
[19:01.83]	Nothing with nothing.
[19:04.64]	The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
[19:09.67]	My people humble people who expect
[19:13.91]	Nothing
[19:16.54]	la la
[19:23.17]	To Carthage then I came
[19:27.40]	Burning burning burning burning
[19:35.6]	O Lord Thou pluckest me out
[19:39.72]	O Lord Thou pluckest
[19:45.16]	burning
[19:52.91]	IV. Death by Water
[19:56.17]	Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
[19:59.56]	Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
[20:03.89]	And the profit and loss.
[20:06.92]	A current under sea
[20:08.65]	Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
[20:14.56]	He passed the stages of his age and youth
[20:17.57]	Entering the whirlpool.
[20:21.6]	Gentile or Jew
[20:23.35]	O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
[20:27.57]	Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
[20:37.26]	V. What the Thunder Said
[20:41.83]	After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
[20:45.79]	After the frosty silence in the gardens
[20:49.76]	After the agony in stony places
[20:53.19]	The shouting and the crying
[20:55.69]	Prison and palace and reverberation
[20:58.59]	Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
[21:03.35]	He who was living is now dead
[21:07.24]	We who were living are now dying
[21:10.76]	With a little patience
[21:14.53]	Here is no water but only rock
[21:18.14]	Rock and no water and the sandy road
[21:22.50]	The road winding above among the mountains
[21:25.76]	Which are mountains of rock without water
[21:29.69]	If there were water we should stop and drink
[21:32.92]	Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
[21:36.65]	Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
[21:40.74]	If there were only water amongst the rock
[21:44.10]	Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
[21:48.52]	Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
[21:53.20]	There is not even silence in the mountains
[21:56.88]	But dry sterile thunder without rain
[22:01.85]	There is not even solitude in the mountains
[22:05.55]	But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
[22:10.25]	From doors of mudcracked houses
[22:14.49]	If there were water
[22:16.4]	And no rock
[22:17.86]	If there were rock
[22:18.88]	And also water
[22:20.94]	And water
[22:22.34]	A spring
[22:24.12]	A pool among the rock
[22:26.5]	If there were the sound of water only
[22:29.9]	Not the cicada
[22:30.67]	And dry grass singing
[22:33.14]	But sound of water over a rock
[22:35.71]	Where the hermitthrush sings in the pine trees
[22:39.23]	Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
[22:46.59]	But there is no water
[22:51.74]	Who is the third who walks always beside you?
[22:54.68]	When I count, there are only you and I together
[22:57.33]	But when I look ahead up the white road
[22:59.59]	There is always another one walking beside you
[23:02.44]	Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
[23:06.34]	I do not know whether a man or a woman
[23:10.26]	But who is that on the other side of you?
[23:15.50]	What is that sound high in the air
[23:18.54]	Murmur of maternal lamentation
[23:21.81]	Who are those hooded hordes swarming
[23:24.49]	Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
[23:29.2]	Ringed by the flat horizon only
[23:32.81]	What is the city over the mountains
[23:35.78]	Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
[23:40.84]	Falling towers
[23:42.96]	Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
[23:47.23]	Vienna London
[23:51.64]	Unreal
[23:56.17]	A woman drew her long black hair out tight
[23:59.28]	And fiddled whisper music on those strings
[24:02.40]	And bats with baby faces in the violet light
[24:05.61]	Whistled, and beat their wings
[24:07.83]	And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
[24:10.86]	And upside down in air were towers
[24:13.61]	Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
[24:17.36]	And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
[24:25.10]	In this decayed hole among the mountains
[24:28.66]	In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
[24:32.22]	Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
[24:37.17]	There is the empty chapel, only the wind' s home.
[24:42.39]	It has no windows, and the door swings,
[24:47.35]	Dry bones can harm no one.
[24:50.83]	Only a cock stood on the rooftree
[24:54.13]	Co co rico co co rico
[24:59.33]	In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
[25:03.91]	Bringing rain
[25:06.93]	Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
[25:10.24]	Waited for rain, while the black clouds
[25:13.90]	Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
[25:18.87]	The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
[25:23.95]	Then spoke the thunder
[25:27.65]	DA
[25:29.77]	_what have we given
[25:35.9]	My friend, blood shaking my heart
[25:38.46]	The awful daring of a moment' s surrender
[25:41.30]	Which an age of prudence can never retract
[25:44.60]	By this, and this only, we have existed
[25:47.91]	Which is not to be found in our obituaries
[25:50.51]	Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
[25:53.96]	Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
[25:56.70]	In our empty rooms
[25:59.69]	DA
[26:01.41]	_I have heard the key
[26:06.25]	Turn in the door once and turn once only
[26:11.6]	We think of the key, each in his prison
[26:14.98]	Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
[26:19.20]	Only at nightfall, aethereal rumours
[26:23.68]	Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
[26:29.18]	DA
[26:30.90]	Damyata: The boat responded Damyata:
[26:34.56]	Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
[26:37.90]	The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
[26:41.30]	Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
[26:44.27]	To controlling hands
[26:48.69]	I sat upon the shore
[26:50.48]	Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
[26:54.89]	Shall I at least set my lands in order?
[26:59.2]	London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
[27:06.58]	Poi s' ascose nel foco che gli affina
[27:10.83]	Quando fiam uti chelidon O swallow swallow
[27:19.85]	Le Prince d' Aquitaine à la tour abolie
[27:25.83]	These fragments I have shored against my ruins
[27:31.16]	Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo' s mad againe.
[27:36.59]	Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
[27:44.36]	Shantih shantih shantih