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Editing T.S. Eliot's 'The Waste Land'

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A project that goes where Ezra Pound did not...

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Editing T.S. Eliot's 'The Waste Land'

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Editing T.S. Eliot's 'The Waste Land' | A project that goes where Ezra Pound did not… Editing T.S. Eliot’s ‘The Waste Land’ A project that goes where Ezra Pound did not… Version 3 May 1, 2009 The Waste Land April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Under 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. Flowed up the hill and down King William Street, To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours With 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! “That corpse you planted last year in your garden, “Has it begun to sprout? W...

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