Epigraf, Uzak Ülke projesinin elemanıdır

İlkin pencere ölecek, akabinde ben. | Emre Sururi, Eda'bi Mektuplar

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
Net


T.S. Eliot'ın 'Conversation Galante' şiiri
http://epigraf.fisek.com.tr/index.php?num=312
Bilgehan Demir tarafından, 09/02/2001 tarihinde gönderildi.
Epigraf: Online Türkçe Edebiyat Arşivi | http://epigraf.fisek.com.tr

epigraf     Bir önceki eser:   La figlia Che Piange / Thomas Stearns Eliot
<<< -- Rasgele bir eser -- >>>
   Bir sonraki eser:   Hysteria / Thomas Stearns Eliot