![]() ![]() Maybe it was because I felt (even in 1975, a full ten years after his death and fifty-three years after the publication of “The Waste Land”) that I was entering a foreign land, one filled with sights, which, although I didn’t really know their history or fully appreciate their nature, fascinated me at landfall. By and large, only those who persevere, reading and re-reading, will, as we say, get his meaning, and it was, truthfully, many years before I gave myself to the necessary discipline.īut admitting that, I must say that Eliot fascinated me from the start. ![]() Like many modern poets, many for whom Eliot was the model, his images can be obscure and his train of thought perplexing. I went to my room, changed into the new trousers and then sat down in a chair beside my bookshelves and started reading Eliot.Īs almost anyone who has wrestled with the work of this great poet will affirm, Eliot’s poetry is not the easiest reading. ![]() One was a pair of gray corduroy trousers the other was a book, T. On the day that I turned twenty-four, I received two presents, which, as is often the case with both young and old, I had dropped a few hints that I wanted. ![]()
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