pedaços de Eliot

(retirado de "THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD")


APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Memory and desire, stirring


What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish?

And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you







I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
walking round in a ring.
walking round in a ring.
walking round in a ring.
walking round in a ring.
walking round in a ring.