The Waste Land - V. What the Thunder Said
Thomas Stearns Eliot
After the torchlight red on sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After...
For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses: Rain; empty river; a voyage, Fire...
The Garden of Eros
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir...
Szalony, Sprośny Starzec / The Wild Old Wicked Man
William Butler Yeats
Because I am mad about women I am mad about the hills, Said that wild...