Chess Match (2)
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December 4, 2009
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag —
It’s so elegant
So intelligent
‘What shall I do now? What shall I do?’
‘I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
‘With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
‘What shall we ever do?’
The hot water at ten.
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (1922)
Second in an occasional series.