If you are in love with the music of Eliot's poetry,
 you might like to discover a pattern to it --   
a visible, though not always visible, pattern of 3's --
 a la Dante, perhaps.
For the most part, though,
 it manifests itself disguised in so many variations 
as to be subtly visible. 
But, believe me, if you will,
 it is there, for sure. 
 if you fail to find it, 
I'd rather you look to windward
 than to me ;-)

--- On Mon, 4/26/10, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

Thus do I arrive at the ending of The Waste Land on a note of felicitation,
and not without the resonance in my ears of a memory and a desire,
"Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!"

--- On Mon, 4/26/10, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

Apropos the Fisher King, the man with three staves 

All wastelands are one wasteland, all journeys one,

and what a vast stretch of waste sighs between
"Her drying combinations -- Out of the window perilously spread -- touched by the sun's last rays"  [alterations mine]

and the Chapel Perilous -- "only the wind's home -- it has no windows, and the door swings" -- 

"The river's tent is broken: (1) the last fingers of leaf   
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. (2) The wind   
Crosses the brown land, unheard.  (3) The nymphs are departed." 

"[1] O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter   
[2] And on her daughter 
[3] They wash their feet in soda water" 

Finally, though

"[1] In this decayed hole among the mountains
[2] In the faint moonlight, [3] the grass is singing" 


--- On Sun, 4/25/10, Peter Montgomery <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> He is also observable earlier in the poem musing, while fishing, on the King his brother's death and the King his father's before him, on the dull canal.

> ----- Original Message ----- 
> From: "Rickard A. Parker" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Saturday, April 24, 2010 3:58 AM
> Subject: Re: The Tarot in 'The Waste Land'
> >And at the end of my journey through the waste land, I met the Fisher
King --
> >there he sat, fishing, the arid plain behind him, setting his lands in
order --
> >and I saw with my own eyes how fully he was equipped, as the poet had
> >with his three staves, the three-fold mantra -- Datta, Dayadhvam,
Damyata --
> >and I could hear him mumble an incantation of shantih shantih shantih --
> I rather like this CR.
> Regards,
>     Rick Parker