THE HANGED MAN
A Tragedy of Blind Economics
a burnished throne
glitter of ... jewels
flames of sevenbranched candelabra
the pattern on the coffered ceiling
a game of chess
a knock upon the door.
one-eyed merchant / the drowned Phoenician Sailor
'Stetson! '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?
I had not thought death had undone so many.
fishing in the dull canal
The river's tent is broken
The wind Crosses the brown land, unheard.
the king my brother's wreck
the king my father's death before him
rattle of the bones
chuckle spread from ear to ear
The river sweats / Oil and tar
Elizabeth and Leicester
A gilded shell
decayed hole among the mountains
empty cisterns and exhausted wells
no water but only rock
dry sterile thunder without rain
doors of mudcracked houses
agony in stony places
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie
a broken Coriolanus
the man with three staves
Datta Dayadhvam Damyata
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, / Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas swell / And the profit and loss.
the walls Of Magnus Martyr hold / Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold
Who clipped the lion’s wings
And flea’d his rump and pared his claws?
Thought Burbank, meditating on
Time’s ruins, and the seven laws.
We move above the moving tree
In light upon the figured leaf
And hear upon the sodden floor
Below, the boarhound and the boar
Pursue their pattern as before
fitting Eliot's fragments - pray, forgive