Eliot’s Poetry

by: T. S. Eliot

The Waste Land Section III: “The Fire Sermon”

Quotes The Waste Land Section III: “The Fire Sermon”
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.
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[.]
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.
To Carthage then I came Burning burning burning burning O Lord Thou pluckest me out O Lord Thou pluckest burning