THE FIRE SERMON IV pt X of The Waste Land cycle by Joel Sattler, TS Eliot
Alternate title: "Weialala leia"
the music crept by me on the waters
up Queen Victoria along the Strand
beside a public bar in Lower Thames
I hear the whining mandolin
the clatter of the cups within
the chatter of the fishermen
where walls of Magnus Martyr hold
the splendour inexplicable
of Ionian white and gold
[sung]:
the river sweats of oil and tar
the barges drift with turning tide
to leeward, swung on heavy spar
red sails wide oh wide so wide
the barges wash the drifting logs
down Greenwich past the Isle of Dogs
Elizabeth and Leicester beating oars
the stern was formed a gilded shell it seems
the swell was brisk rippling the shores
the southwest wind carried them downstream
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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in Act 3, Scene 1 of GOTTERDAMMERUNG by Richard Wagner