Poems 1909-1925 - edizione con copertina flessibile

THE FABER LIBRARY No. 4 POEMS, 19091925 P O E MS i 909 - i 92, 5 BY T. S. ELIOT LONDON FABER 6 FABER LIMITED 24 RUSSELL SQUARE TO HENRY WARE ELIOT 1843-1919 CONTENTS PRUFROCK 1917 PAGE The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock 1 1 Portrait of a Lady 20 Preludes 28 Rhapsody on a Windy Night 32 Morning at the Window 37 The Boston Evening Transcript 38 Aunt Helen 39 Cousin Nancy 40 Mr. Apollinax 41 Hysteria 43 Conversation Galante 44 La Figlia che Piange 45 POEMS 1920 PAGE Gerontion 49 Burbank with a Baedeker Bleistein with a Cigar 54 Sweeney Erect 57 A Cooking Egg 60 Le Directeur 63 Melange adult re de tout 65 Lime de Miel 66 The Hippopotamus 67 Dans le Restaurant 70 Whispers of Immortality 72 Mr. Eliots Sunday Morhing Service 75 Sweeney among the Nightingales 78 THE WASTE LAND 1922 The Wasteland 81 Notes no THE HOLLOW MEN 1925 The Hollow Men 123 PRUFROCK AND OTHER OBSERVATIONS 1917 For Jean Verdenal, 18891915 mort aux Dardanelles la quantitate Puote veder del amor che a te mi scalda, Quando dumento nostra vanitate Trattando I ombre come cosa salda. THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK S io ere Jesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mat tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria sen a piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun y s iodo il vero, tema dinfamia ti rispondo. LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdusjt restaurants with oyster-shells Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question. . . Oh, do not ask, Whatis it Let us go and make our visit. ii In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening., Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street Rubbing its back upon the window-panes There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet 12