السلام عليكم و رحمة الله و بركاته 

T.S . Eliot ( 1888 - 1965
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter Kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow
The drowned Phoenician Sailor,
Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
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O you who turn the wheel
And look to the windward,
Consider Phelbas, who was once handsome
And tall as you
I think we are in rats’ alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
You who were with me in the ships at Mylae
That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
Or with his nails he will dig it up again
You” hypocrite lecteur – mon semblable,
Mon frere “
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T.S . Eliot ( 1888 - 1965
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter Kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow
The drowned Phoenician Sailor,
Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
……………………
O you who turn the wheel
And look to the windward,
Consider Phelbas, who was once handsome
And tall as you
I think we are in rats’ alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
You who were with me in the ships at Mylae
That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
Or with his nails he will dig it up again
You” hypocrite lecteur – mon semblable,
Mon frere “
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