T.S. Elliot

[StormAngel]

T.S Elliot-Aunt Helen

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
and lived in a small house near a fashionable square
Cared for by servants to the number of four.
Now when she died there was a silence in heaven
And silence at the end of her street.
The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet-
He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before.
The dogs were handsomely provided for,
But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.
The Dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece,
And the footman sat upon the dining-table
Holding the second housemaid on his knees-
Who had always been so careful while her mistress lived.

[POthuajPOet]

T. S. Eliot

La Figlia Che Piange

O quam te memorem Virgo ...


Stand on the highest pavement of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair--
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise--
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her stand and grieve,
So he would have left
As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind deserts the body it has used.
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.

She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
And I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.

[POthuajPOet]

Conversation Galante

I observe: "Our sentimental friend the moon!
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Prester John's balloon
Or an old battered lantern hung aloft
To light poor travellers to their distress."
She then: "How you digress!"

And I then: "Some one frames upon the keys
That exquisite nocturne, with which we explain
The night and moonshine; music which we seize
To body forth our vacuity."
She then: "Does this refer to me?"
"Oh no, it is I who am inane."

"You, madam, are the eternal humorist,
The eternal enemy of the absolute,
Giving our vagrant moods the slightest twist!
With your aid indifferent and imperious
At a stroke our mad poetics to confute--"
And--"Are we then so serious?"

[POthuajPOet]

Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her
laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were
only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I
was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary
recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her
throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An
elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly
spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman
wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden ..." I
decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be
stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might
be collected, and I concentrated my attention with
careful subtlety to this end.

[Cupke_pe_Korce]

mire, mire, c'to na thote ndonjeri ne lidhje me keto me lart se per copy & paste te tere ta zote dalin.

[Leila]

Per Hysteria -- totally describing Anne Sexton, I think (whether he knew her or not). Otherwise, I don't know; I don't laugh.

[Cupke_pe_Korce]

in general, what made the man turn to religion, I never fully understood. why don't people today (I mean people like him) turn to religion for salvation?

and then, was he ever influenced by Bertrand Russell? `cause T.S. Eliot is religious, but not naive.

[Leila]

You just ignored me.

OK, I'll elaborate about Hysteria. Titulli sugjeron histerine nga se thuheshe nje here e qemoti se vuanin femrat sepse ishte shpjegim teper i lehte dhe i volitshem per t'u besuar (let me not remind you per shpikjet neper zyrat e doktorreve per te "qetesuar" histerine, but what lucky, lucky women they were... lol.) Femra eshte shume e fuqishme, she "bruises" him me "ripples" nga e qeshura (imagine that!) S'do thosha qe ka rene ne dashuri me te, eshte shkrim per hiret e grave in general (jo vec njeres mgjs nje mjafton t'i kete futur idene e poezise), se si ai eshte krejt i pafuqishem perballe femrave, dhe poeti eshte perhumbur tek e qeshura (nje nga hiret e grave, arme seduction) dhe perkund ndjesira ambivalente (but nonetheless enchanted) per seksin femer.

Te pergjigjem postit te dyte, that's what I was saying about Jung tek nje teme tjeter before the religious zealots got ahold of my comment and twisted it the way they felt fit -- knowledge does not enrich a person, it is not key to human perseverance... religion is ("If we set against our own self-justifications, the meaning of our own lives as it is formulated by our reason, we cannot help but see our poverty.") It is natural (and healthier, too) to believe in myths, that there is someone out there watching what injustices are being done to you and turning a blind eye to all of your sins (on some level I believe God will send Humie to Hell and me to Heaven lol). Nuk kam lexuar librin e Bertrand Russell "Why Am I Not a Christian" kshq I'm treading on thin ice me pergjigjen time. I know him through history, not math, philosophy or literature. I don't like him because the man exudes confidence he doesn't have throughout his life (i.e. his incompentence in his 4 marriages), e pastaj i bie kokes. Plus, o icik too idealist per shijen time (me gjithe socializmin demokrat, e yadda yadda yadda). But he's got a point: I, too, don't know whether to call myself an atheist or an agnostic.

Who is "people today like him" that haven't turned to religion for salvation? I didn't even know he was religious to begin with. But his anti-semitic streak should have raised red flags for me.

P.S.: Portrait of a Lady. What pity lilacs are a sign of insolence and arrogance.

[Cupke_pe_Korce]

Po jo mi dreq jo. Nuk te morra vesh thuaj. I mean, pse Ane Sexton dhe jo Vivien? Kjo e fundit ishte tamam neurotike, edhe ka shume te ngjare te kete qene "food for thought" (them une gjithsesi). A ka rene ne dashuri? Mua me duket ca si e trembur kjo pjesa; ketij femrat sikur i ngjallin frike...nje frike te lezeme though. E, nese frika ka ndonje lidhje me dashurine, ndoshta edhe ka rene. :)

Eshte me se e vertete qe mitet jane te domosdoshme, po pse pikerisht tek feja dhe jo spiritualiteti (like yates for example, that turned to paganism). Mbase edhe gaboj but it seems to me he is trying to revive that faith in christianity.

I have no objections for the rest of the post...your honor (lol)

ps. kur thashe te tjeret, kisha parasysh qe ai eshte nje nder te paktet qe i kthehet fese (since dante aligeri perhaps); e ndoshta po mendoja ekzistencialistet a ku di une.

[POthuajPOet]

Ashtu sic e kuptoj une, eshte Eliot i cili ka nje "cast histerie" dhe jo gruaja. Pra, histeria i referohet atij vete... sepse personat histerike kane prirje te "imitojne", te identifikohen ose "te behen njesh" me persona te tjere.

I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it...
...lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat...

P.S Rregulli eshte qe komentet shkruhen ne shqip...megjithate, ju te dyja me duket se do shpikni nje gjuhe te ndermjetme (shqip/anglisht)... por duket e pamundur... (lol)