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- Herausgeber: Kerry Butters
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
T.S. Eliot, the 1948 winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature, is one of the giants of modern literature, highly distinguished as a poet, literary critic, dramatist, and editor and publisher. Thomas Stearns Eliot OM (26 September 1888 – 4 January 1965), "one of the twentieth century's major poets", was also an essayist, publisher, playwright, and literary and social critic. Born in St. Louis, Missouri to a prominent Boston Brahmin family, he moved to England in 1914 at the age of 25 and would settle, work, and marry there.
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T. S. Eliot
Table of contents
GERONTION
BURBANK WITH A BAEDEKER: BLEISTEIN WITH A CIGAR
SWEENEY ERECT
A COOKING EGG
LE DIRECTEUR
MÉLANGE ADULTÈRE DE TOUT
LUNE DE MIEL
THE HIPPOPOTAMUS
DANS LE RESTAURANT
WHISPERS OF IMMORTALITY
MR. ELIOT'S SUNDAY MORNING SERVICE
SWEENEY AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES
THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK
PORTRAIT OF A LADY
PRELUDES
RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT
MORNING AT THE WINDOW
THE BOSTON EVENING TRANSCRIPT
AUNT HELEN
COUSIN NANCY
MR. APOLLINAX
HYSTERIA
CONVERSATION GALANTE
LA FIGLIA CHE PIANGE
By
T. S. Eliot
Table of Contents
GERONTION
BURBANK WITH A BAEDEKER: BLEISTEIN WITH A CIGAR
SWEENEY ERECT
A COOKING EGG
LE DIRECTEUR
MÉLANGE ADULTÈRE DE TOUT
LUNE DE MIEL
THE HIPPOPOTAMUS
DANS LE RESTAURANT
WHISPERS OF IMMORTALITY
MR. ELIOT'S SUNDAY MORNING SERVICE
SWEENEY AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES
THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK
PORTRAIT OF A LADY
PRELUDES
RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT
MORNING AT THE WINDOW
THE BOSTON EVENING TRANSCRIPT
AUNT HELEN
COUSIN NANCY
MR. APOLLINAX
HYSTERIA
CONVERSATION GALANTE
LA FIGLIA CHE PIANGE
GERONTION
Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
Dreaming of both.
Here I am, an old man in a dry month,
Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
I was neither at the hot gates
Nor fought in the warm rain
Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass,
Bitten by flies, fought.
My house is a decayed house,
And the jew squats on the window sill, the owner,
Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp,
Blistered in Brussels, patched and peeled in London.
