The Waste Land
At the Violet Hour
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A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, where the sun beats And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief And the dry stone, no sound of water There is only shadow under this red rock Come in under the shadow of this red rock And I will show you something different from Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or at evening rising to meet you I will show you fear in a handful of dust April is the cruelest month Breeding lilacs out of dead land Mixing memory and desire Stirring dull roots with spring rain Winter kept us warm Covering Earth In forgetful snow I will show you fear in a handful of dust Come in under the shadow of this red rock And I will show you something different from Come in under the shadow of this red rock And I will show you something different from Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or at evening rising to meet you In the mountains, there you feel free Living nor dead, and I knew nothing I see crowds of people walking round in a ring Looking into the heart of light, the silence I will show you fear in a handful of dust Which I am forbidden to see, to see
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