Posts tagged t.s. eliot

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
T. S. Eliot, The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock (via elucipher)

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Fan of T.S. Eliot? Want to buy a possibly-haunted house? The writer’s former summer home in Gloucester, MA is on the market, according to WGBH in Boston — and it’s a place that figures strongly in his writing.

Eliot’s Gloucester years would prove a wellspring throughout his literary career. There’s “The Dry Salvages,” a poem that helped earn him the Nobel Prize in 1948, which is named for a rock formation off the Gloucester coast.

Eliot’s letters to his family, especially to his mother, are also peppered with memories of Gloucester, yearnings for the landscape, and inquiries about their house there.

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All is always now. Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Will not stay still.
T. S. Eliot (via observando)