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    The Poems of T. S. Eliot: Volume I: Collected and Uncollected Poems
    The Poems of T. S. Eliot: Volume I: Collected and Uncollected Poems
    The Poems of T. S. Eliot: Volume I: Collected and Uncollected Poems
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    The Poems of T. S. Eliot: Volume I: Collected and Uncollected Poems

    By T.S. Eliot

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    The first volume of the first paperback edition of The Poems of T. S. Eliot

    This two-volume critical edition of T. S. Eliot’s poems establishes a new text of the Collected Poems 1909–1962, rectifying accidental omissions and errors that have crept in during the century since Eliot’s astonishing debut, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” In addition to the masterpieces, The Poems of T. S. Eliot contains the poems of Eliot’s youth, which were rediscovered only decades later; poems that circulated privately during his lifetime; and love poems from his final years, written for his wife, Valerie. Calling upon Eliot’s critical writings as well as his drafts, letters, and other original materials, Christopher Ricks and Jim McCue have provided a commentary that illuminates the imaginative life of each poem.

    This first volume respects Eliot’s decisions by opening with his Collected Poems 1909–1962 as he arranged and issued it shortly before his death. This is followed by poems uncollected but either written for or suitable for publication, and by a new reading text of the drafts of The Waste Land. The second volume opens with the two books of verse of other kinds that Eliot issued: Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats and Anabasis, his translation of St.-John Perse’s Anabase. Each of these sections is accompanied by its own commentary. Finally, pertaining to the entire edition, there is a comprehensive textual history that contains not only variants from all known drafts and the many printings but also extended passages amounting to hundreds of lines of compelling verse.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMacmillan Publishers
    Release dateDec 4, 2018
    ISBN9780374719203
    The Poems of T. S. Eliot: Volume I: Collected and Uncollected Poems
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    T.S. Eliot

    THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT was born in St Louis, Missouri, in 1888. He moved to England in 1914 and published his first book of poems in 1917. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948. Eliot died in 1965.

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      The Poems of T. S. Eliot - T.S. Eliot

      Collected Poems 1909–1962

      (1963)

      Prufrock

      and Other Observations

      1917

      For Jean Verdenal, 1889–1915

      mort aux Dardanelles

      Or puoi la quantitate

      comprender dell’amor ch’a te mi scalda,

      quando dismento nostra vanitate,

      trattando l’ombre come cosa salda.

      The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

      S’io credessi che mia risposta fosse

      a persona che mai tornasse al mondo,

      questa fiamma staria senza più scosse.

      Ma per ciò che giammai di questo fondo

      non tornò vivo alcun, s’i’ odo il vero,                            [5]

      senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

      Portrait of a Lady

      Thou hast committed—

      Fornication: but that was in another country,

      And besides, the wench is dead.

      The Jew of Malta

      Preludes

      Rhapsody on a Windy Night

      Morning at the Window

      The ‘Boston Evening Transcript’

      Aunt Helen

      Cousin Nancy

      Mr. Apollinax

      Ω τῆς καινότητος. Ἡράκλεις, τῆς παραδοξολογίας.

      εὐμήχανος ἄνθρωπος.

      LUCIAN

      Hysteria

      As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: ‘If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden…’ I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.

      Conversation Galante

      La Figlia Che Piange

      O quam te memorem virgo …

      Poems

      1920

      Gerontion

      Thou hast nor youth nor age

      But as it were an after dinner sleep

      Dreaming of both.

      Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar

      Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire—nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus—the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink—goats and monkeys, with such hair too!—so the countess passed on until she came through the little park, where Niobe presented her with a cabinet, and so departed.

      Sweeney Erect

      And the trees about me,

      Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks

      Groan with continual surges; and behind me

      Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches!

      A Cooking Egg

      En l’an trentiesme de mon aage

      Que toutes mes hontes j’ay beues …

      Le Directeur

      Mélange Adultère de Tout

      Lune de Miel

      The Hippopotamus

      And when this epistle is read among you, cause that it be

      read also in the church of the Laodiceans.

      Dans le Restaurant

      Whispers of Immortality

      Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service

      Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars.

      The Jew of Malta

      Sweeney Among the Nightingales

      ὤμοι, πέπληγμαι καιρίαν πληγὴν ἔσω.

      The Waste Land

      1922

      ‘Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: ἀποθανεῖν θέλω.’

              For Ezra Pound

      il miglior fabbro.

      I. The Burial of the Dead

      II. A Game of Chess

      III. The Fire Sermon

      IV. Death by Water

      V. What the Thunder said

      Notes on the Waste Land

      Not only the title, but the plan and a good deal of the incidental symbolism of the poem were suggested by Miss Jessie L. Weston’s book on the Grail legend: From Ritual to Romance (Cambridge). Indeed, so deeply am I indebted, Miss Weston’s book will elucidate the difficulties of the poem much better than my notes can do; and I recommend it (apart from the great interest of the book itself) to any who think such elucidation of the poem worth the trouble. To another work of anthropology I am indebted in general, one which has influenced our generation profoundly; I mean The Golden Bough; I have used especially the two volumes Adonis, Attis, Osiris. Anyone who is acquainted with these works will immediately recognise in the poem certain references to vegetation ceremonies.

      I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

      Line 20. Cf. Ezekiel II, i.

        23. Cf. Ecclesiastes XII, v.

        31. V. Tristan und Isolde, I, verses 5–8.

        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. The Hanged Man, a member of the traditional pack, fits my purpose in two ways: because he is associated in my mind with the Hanged God

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