The Hollow Men By T. S. Eliot

The Hollow Men By T. S. Eliot Mistah Kurtz-he dead            A penny for the Old Guy                         I     We are the hollow men    We are the stuffed men    Leaning together    Headpiece filled with straw. […]

The Waste Land By T. S. Eliot

The Waste Land By T. S. Eliot For Ezra Poundil miglior fabbro.   I. The Burial of the Dead April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers.Summer surprised us, coming over […]

The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock By T. S. Eliot

The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock By T. S. Eliot S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse     A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,     Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.     Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo     Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,     Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I,When the evening is spread out […]