Poetry: The Waste Land: Death by Water by T. S. Eliot (read by Fiona Shaw)

"The Waste Land: Death by Water" by T. S. Eliot
IV.
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
Source: The Waste Land
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[@meghill4537]

This poem has thrilled and chilled me since my teens. I've wondered how to pronounce Phlebus for 60 years.

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Thank you so much for doing these. ❤❤❤