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  • 2 months ago | rockthebestmusic.com | T. S. Eliot |Ángel Ferrer

    El poema de hoy es el extenso La Tierra Baldía, de T. S. Elliot. Un poema larguísimo que retrata la vida de aquella época. Elliot deja fluir su pensamiento de manera que es registrado según fluye de su mente. Fue publicado en 1922, y consta de cinco partes tituladas cada una. Analizando la traducción, en un principio, se hace lenta. Hasta que uno da con la forma de construir del poeta.

  • Jun 26, 2024 | poetryfoundation.org | T. S. Eliot

    I Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange itself — as it will seem to do— With 'I have saved this afternoon for you'; And four wax candles in the darkened room, Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead, An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid. We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole Transmit the Preludes, through his hair and finger-tips.

  • Apr 29, 2024 | transcend.org | T. S. Eliot

    T. S. Eliot | Global Justice in the 21st Century - TRANSCEND Media Service The Naming of CatsThe Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,     It isn’t just one of your holiday games;You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatterWhen I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES. First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,     Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo, or James,Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey—     All of them sensible everyday names.

  • Feb 21, 2024 | t.ly | T. S. Eliot

    Ponerle un nombre a un gato Traducción de: Elisa Díaz Castelo Ponerle un Nombre a un Gato es complicado,no es un simple juego para pasar el rato;tal vez podrás pensar que yo estoy bien piradopor decir que TRES NOMBRES debe tener un gato. Primero está el nombre que usa la familia,tal como Pedro, Silvia, Alonso o Don Mario,o bien Víctor o Juan, Jorge o Emilia;todos nombres razonables de uso diario.

  • Dec 24, 2023 | poets.org | T. S. Eliot |John Greenleaf Whittier |James Joyce

    Find and share the perfect poems. ‘A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.’ And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory, Lying down in the melting snow. There were times we regretted The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces, And the silken girls bringing sherbet.

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