| teenybuffalo ( @ 2008-04-29 09:31:00 |
| Entry tags: | poetry, rl |
Death by Water
Posting from class:
This past month was apparently National Poetry Month. I missed it myself, because last year I posted a poem every day all through April, and I got burnt out. I've enjoyed reading everyone's poetry posts this month, though, and I was starting to feel left out. Here is one part of The Waste Land that I like.
Also, I've been reading and writing too many business plans lately.
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.