I sat upon the shore  
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me  
Shall I at least set my lands in order?     
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down  
Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina  
Quando fiam ceu chelidon—O swallow swallow  
Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie  
These fragments I have shored against my ruins     
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe.  
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.  
      Shantih    shantih    shantih 


"Hieronymo’s mad againe."  

This is not altogether Hieronymo, my Lord!

In the context of 'The Waste Land', he sounds like some Messiah come to fit into a coherent and meaningful pattern "These fragments I have shored against my ruins". 

Significantly, in his Introduction to 'Ezra Pound: Selected Poems' (1928), Eliot cautions the readers "not to confuse the material (borrowed from other authors) and the use which the author makes of it'. In his own poetry, Eliot makes a creative use of borrowed material to serve his own context.  

In 'The Waste Land', this metaphoric/metamorphosed Hieronymo's assurance, "Why then Ile fit you" is followed by a clarion call, as it were, to uphold Datta, Dayadhvam, Damyata -- Give, Sympathise, Control. 

It is followed by the closing incantation invoked to usher in a lasting peace. 


From: Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, June 15, 2012 12:23 PM
Subject: Re: Il miglior fabbro

"Bard! thou who art my guide,

       ...         ...         ...

 Thou, who art wise, better my meaning know'st,
 Than I can speak."

 (Dante: Inferno, II. Trans. Henry F. Cary)


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Sent: Thursday, June 14, 2012 10:57 AM
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RE: Il miglior fabbro

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Very neat pun, CR. If the fabbro fits , wear it.
Reminds me of the very well educated tailor who, in response
to my statement that I wanted a new suit, said, why then I'll
fit you! I in turn said, Arme, you say that to everyone!
To which he retorted, But you are the only oñe who challenges me.

Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

"Why then Ile fit you." ;-)


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Subject: il miglior fabbro

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