last week i happened to meet one of my friends who had come from lucknow.. all the time he was talking of modern english poetry. T. S. ELIOTWAS IN THE CENTRE OF OUR DISCUSSION.I TOLD HIM VERY FRANKLY THAT I WAS NOT IMPRESSED BY HIS POEM- " THE HOLLOW MEN: THIS POEM HAS IMPRESSED MANY OR OUR POETS TOD AY.WHILE I DIFFER FROM THE PHILOSPHY OF THIS POEM. I QUOTE BELOW FEW STANZAS FOR MY FRIENDS WHO MIGHT LIKE TO SHARE MY THOUGHT.
WE ARE THE HOLLOW MEN
WE ARE THE STUFFED MEN
LEANING TOGETHER
HEADPIECES FILLED WITH STRAW,ALAS!
OUR DRIED VOICES, WHEN
WE WHISPER TOGETHER
ARE QUITE AND MEANINGLESS
AS WINS IS DRY GRASS
OR RATS FEETOVER BROKEN GLASS
IN OUR DRY CELLAR
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THIS IS THE DEAD LAND
THIS IS CACTUS LAND
HERE THE STONE IMAGES
ARE RAISED, HERE THEY RECIEVE
THE APPLICATIONOF A DEAD MANS HAND
UNDER THE TWINKLE OF A FADING STAR
[THIS IS A LONG POEM. I HAVE TAKEN ONLY FEW LINES TO SUPPORT MY VIEWS IN MY OPINION THIS IS THE AGE OF JOY, HAPPYNESS ANS FULFILNSNT ANS GLORIOUS ACHIEVEMENT.
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