In one version of this poem, the speaker laments, "If it is terrible alone, it is sordid with one more," and "white-armed Fresca" relates how she "went last night—more out of dull despair—to Lady Kleinwurm's party."
In one version of this poem, the speaker laments, "If it is terrible alone, it is sordid with one more," and "white-armed Fresca" relates how she "went last night—more out of dull despair—to Lady Kleinwurm's party." This poem describes an unnamed woman whose "brain allows one half-formed thought to pass: ‘Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.'" Other characters in this poem include a man who claims to have (*) "foresuffered all enacted on this same divan or bed" by the aforementioned typist. In its first section, the speaker declares, "Son of man, you cannot say, or guess, for you know only a heap of broken images." Recurring motifs in this poem include those of the Unreal City and the drowned sailor Phlebas the Phoenician. For 10 points, name this seminal poem by T. S. Eliot that begins, "April is the cruelest month."
In one version of this poem, the speaker laments, "If it is terrible alone, it is sordid with one more," and "white-armed Fresca" relates how she "went last night—more out of dull despair—to Lady Kleinwurm's party."
“The {Waste Land}”