Rhapsody on a windy night

i might not write well but i am definately vulnerable to good poetry: here is an exert that especially moved me today during class. My eyes glazed with tears.

Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp muttered in the dark.

The lamp hummed:
"Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,
She smiles into corners.
She smoothes the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain."
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
And female smells in shuttered rooms,
And cigarettes in corridors

t.s. eliot..... fuckign genius

 

No doubt! Thanks for sharing it. Always enjoyed his work too.

 

that was fantastic... its always nice to get an example of someones work then go away and look up more. Thanks for the tip off!

 

Eliot- one of the better ones that pushed the envelope for others. Keep reading him but if you haven't read Dylan Thomas you haven't read poetry.

 

well I'm glad you all enjoyed it, cheers -- the full poem really impacted me emotionally.

 

that rocks