Conversation Galante / Thomas Stearns Eliot
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." 5
She then: "How you digress!"
And I then: "Someone frames upon the keys
That exquisite nocturne, with which we explain
The night and moonshine; music which we seize
To body forth our own vacuity." 10
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! 15
With your air indifferent and imperious
At a stroke our mad poetics to confute--"
And--"Are we then so serious?"
Thomas Stearns Eliot
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T.S. Eliot'ın 'Conversation Galante' şiiri
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Bilgehan Demir tarafından, 09/02/2001 tarihinde gönderildi.
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