T.S. Eliot Reads: The Wasteland, Four Quartets and Other Poem | 
| Creator: T.s. Eliot
Publisher: Caedmon
Category: Book
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Format: Abridged, Audiobook, Unabridged
Media: Audio Cassette
Edition: Unabridged
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Dimensions (in): 6.9 x 4.2 x 1
ISBN: 0694522767
Dewey Decimal Number: 821.912
EAN: 9780694522767
ASIN: 0694522767
Publication Date: April 26, 2000
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Product Description
The Poems: The Wasteland The Hollow Men Journey of the Magi from the Ariel Poems La Figlia che Piange Landscape: New Hampshite, Virginia, Usk, Rannoch, by Glencoe, Cape Ann Morning at the Window Difficulties of a Statesman from Coriolan Sweeney Among the Nightingales Whispers of Immortality Macavity: the Mystery Cat The Four Quartets Ash Wednesday A Song for the Simeon from the Ariel poems Marina from the Ariel poems Triumphal March from Coriolan O Light Invisible, from The Rock The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock Portrait of a Lady Preludes Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service Murder in the Cathederal: Part II, Opening Chorus The Family Reunion: Part II, A Chorus
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Eliot reads Eliot October 10, 2005
6 out of 6 found this review helpful
A. Walton Litz was right on the money after listening to Eliot read his "Waste Land," saying Eliot was essentially a dramatist. Why his poetry takes so well with those who normally don't read poetry. This selection is the most comprehensive of his live and studio recordings. Includes his experimental "Triumphal March from Coriolan" but does not include his brilliant but never-completed play "Sweeney Agonistes" (a play whose truncated rhythm, epilitism, and pauses proceeded both Beckett and Pinter by decades.)
In any case, how can we resist Eliot reciting in his own voice the lines:
"I was neither at the hot gates
Nor fought in the warm rain
Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass,
Bitten by flies, fought."
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