tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686858402526456375.post4973102295480598428..comments2024-01-07T05:14:42.256-05:00Comments on eNOTHING - Poems, Poets, and Poetry made easy...: Top 100 or so Poems - "The Waste Land" (The Burial of the Dead) by T. S. ElioteNOTHINGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11858327687532162162noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686858402526456375.post-62846402822160055972011-12-07T00:10:42.251-05:002011-12-07T00:10:42.251-05:00The beginning lines with their depressive
descript...The beginning lines with their depressive<br />description of Spring have always brought to my<br />mind the first lines of Emily Dickinson's "First Robin":<br /><br />I DREADED that first Robin, so,<br />But He is mastered, now,<br />I'm some accustomed to Him grown,<br />He hurts a little, though-<br /><br />I thought if I could only live<br />Till that first Shout got by--<br />Not all Pianos in the Woods<br />Had power to mangle me--<br /><br />Robert MartinAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com