The Waste Land
The poem begins with a section
entitled "The Burial of the Dead." In it, the narrator perhaps a representation
of Eliot himself describes the seasons. Spring brings "memory and
desire," and so the narrator's memory drifts back to times in Munich, to
childhood sled rides, and to a possible romance with a "hyacinth
girl." The memories only go so far, however. The narrator is now
surrounded by a desolate land full of "stony rubbish."
He remembers a fortune-teller named Madame Sosostris who said he was "the drowned
Phoenician Sailor" and that he should "fear death by water."
Next he finds himself on London Bridge, surrounded by a crowd of people. He
spots a friend of his from wartime, and calls out to him.
The next section, "A Game
of Chess," transports the reader abruptly from the streets of London to a
gilded drawing room, in which sits a rich, jewel-bedecked lady who complains
about her nerves and wonders what to do. The poem drifts again, this time to a
pub at closing time in which two Cockney women gossip. Within a few stanzas, we
have moved from the upper crust of society to London's low-life.
"The Fire Sermon"
opens with an image of a river. The narrator sits on the banks and muses on the
deplorable state of the world. As Tiresias, he sees a young
"carbuncular" man hop into bed with a lonely female typist, only to
aggressively make love to her and then leave without hesitation. The poem
returns to the river, where maidens sing a song of lament, one of them crying
over her loss of innocence to a similarly lustful man.
"Death by Water," the fourth section of the poem,
describes a dead Phoenician lying in the water -- perhaps the same drowned
sailor of whom Madame Sosostris spoke. "What the Thunder Said" shifts
locales from the sea to rocks and mountains. The narrator cries for rain, and
it finally comes. The thunder that accompanies it ushers in the three-pronged
dictum sprung from the Brihadaranyaka Upanishada, "Datta, dayadhvam, damyata": to give, to sympathize,
to control. With these commandments, benediction is possible, despite the
collapse of civilization that is under way "London bridge is falling
down falling down falling down."

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