From T.S. Eliot, “The Wasteland.”
by Estéban Trujillo de Gutiérrez
“…’On Margate Sands
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty hands,
My people humble people who expect
Nothing.’
la la
To Carthage then I came
Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest
burning
–T.S. Eliot, “The Wasteland.”
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