Eliot’s Poetry

by: T. S. Eliot

The Waste Land Section III: “The Fire Sermon”

1

The river’s tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.

2

But at my back from time to time I hear The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring. O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter And on her daughter They wash their feet in soda water[.]

3

When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.

4

To Carthage then I came Burning burning burning burning O Lord Thou pluckest me out O Lord Thou pluckest burning