 | George Park Fisher, George Burton Adams, Henry Walcott Farnam, Arthur Twining Hadley, John Christopher Schwab, William Fremont Blackman, Edward Gaylord Bourne, Irving Fisher, Henry Crosby Emery, Wilbur Lucius Cross - Social sciences - 1924 - 880 pages
...other testimony of summer nights — just as beauty and pathos are undeniable in . . . Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, 11 And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water.... | |
 | University of Sydney - 1925 - 352 pages
...many finely expressed passages. I shall quote as an example the first description of the waste land.19 What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish ? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead... | |
 | American periodicals - 1926 - 746 pages
...we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read much of the night and go south in the winter. What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead... | |
 | Edwin Muir - Literary Criticism - 1926 - 240 pages
...penny world I bought To eat with Pipit behind the screen? . . . Where are the eagles and the trumpets? What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? What shall we do to-morrow? What shall we ever do? The hot water at ten. And if it rains, a closed... | |
 | American periodicals - 1926 - 748 pages
...the penny world I bought To eat with Pipit behind the screen? Where are the eagles and the trumpets?" 'What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? ' 'What shall we do to-morrow? What shall we ever do? The hot water at ten. And if it rains, a closed... | |
 | Royal Society of Literature (Great Britain) - English literature - 1927 - 180 pages
...discouragement, and a trick of manner by which we hope to carry off and disguise the emptiness beneath : " What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish ? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead... | |
 | Thomas Stearns Eliot - Drama - 1971 - 408 pages
...went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, ao You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the... | |
 | Thomas Stearns Eliot - American poetry - 1962 - 100 pages
...went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, ao You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the... | |
 | Keith Louis Walker - Literary Criticism - 1999 - 320 pages
...exclaimed: For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice49 You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images 50 These fragments I have shored against my ruin51 Aime Cesaire entitled his most experimental volume... | |
 | Carla Cordua - 1999 - 150 pages
...él estaba sin duda llamado a cumplir las más altas misiones; cuando menos, 3 "What are the stones that clutch, what branches grow / Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, / You cannot say, or guess, for you know only / A heap of broken images"- TS Eliot, "The Waste Land",... | |
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What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images... 
