Thanks, Vishvesh. Your remarks get me further interested in the subject. I find that Rickard Parker's page "Songs in T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land" at http://world.std.com/~raparker/exploring/thewasteland/exsongs.html#Red_Wing draws our attention to the Red Wing lyric played on a mandolin -- a tune which, Rick observes, was immensely popular in 1920s, one that was played often and that everyone seemed to know. Well, it might, just might, explain Eliot's reference to "The pleasant whining of a mandoline". Let me reproduce the lyric provided by Rick: There once lived an Indian maid, A shy little prairie maid, Who sang a lay, a love song gay, As on the plain she'd while away the day; She loved a warrior bold, this shy little maid of old, But brave and gay, he rode one day to battle far away. [CHORUS] Now, the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing, the breeze is sighing, the night bird's crying, For afar 'neath his star her brave is sleeping, while Red Wing's weeping her heart away. She watched for him day and night, She kept all the campfires bright, And under the sky, each night she would lie, And dream about his coming by and by; But when all the braves returned, the heart of Red Wing yearned, For far, far away, her warrior gay, fell bravely in the fray. [REPEAT CHORUS] ----- Here's a link too that Rick provides for the lyric's mandolin tablature: http://www.users.csbsju.edu/~eknuth/mandotab/redwing.html Regards, CR Vishvesh Obla <[log in to unmask]> wrote: That is interesting info, CR :) That Eliot tried his hands on a musical instrument is news to me. I share with John bird his vexation that Eliot found its sound ‘whining’ ! The mandolin can hardly whine, as much as I have heard it ! Its music is supposed to be short and quick paced by the very nature of its build and hardly can create a flow of music that could be suggestive of a whine. By the way, I am reminded of a stanza (from Blake, I guess) Eliot quotes somewhere in one his essays (just as an aside): The languid strings do scarcely move THe sound is forced, the notes are few … Eliot makes a very subtle point on the element of *prose* in that stanza. For a man who was so sensitive to the music of language, he sure should have had a point to find the mandolin whining J cr mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote: O City city, I can sometimes hear Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, The pleasant whining of a mandoline... Well, here's an interesting note on Eliot's mandolin : http://www.massmedia.com/~mikeb/cittern/LiteraryReferences.htm Hope you enjoy listening to it -- with the inner ear, of course :) CR --------------------------------- --------------------------------- Finding fabulous fares is fun. Let Yahoo! FareChase search your favorite travel sites to find flight and hotel bargains.