Waste Land, The & Four Quartets

Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children, Hidden excitedly, containing laughter. Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecst......more

The problem and the solution.......more

La terra desolata Figlio dell'uomo tu non lo puoi dire, né immaginare perché conosci soltanto un cumulo di frante immagini, là dove batte il sole. Un cumulo di frante immagini è ciò che mi ha trasmesso questo poema. Sono squarci di vita dove non c'è un coerente collegamento fra le varie parti che lo......more

I don’t know if it’s reading Eliot at the tail end of a global pandemic or what, but this was the first time I actually felt moved by this poetry. The reading was exquisite.......more

Superb reading, especially of the Four Quartets. Possibly the best reading of the Four Quartets of any available.......more