It has been a long time since we enjoyed poetry together.. pardon my dreary title on this post, it's all caused by this autumn's day, the rain and the chill wind..
Today, it's the perfect time to read the "The Waste Land"
by T.S. Eliot
I keep reading this poem, at every stage of my life, and every time I read it - it's a different one. Each version of me found a verse that peaks the period I'm in, and every time I read it I get my senses overwhelmed by it's honesty. Surely, to me.. it is honest, hard, durable.. yet gray, lurking and stunningly eery.
Have you read this poem?
"..my people, humble people, who expect nothing.."
Did you like it? Did it frighten you? Have you tried listen to it, being read by someone? What emotions did it drew from you?