Exploring The Waste Land
A poetry commentary page linked from The Waste Land, Part V, line 339

Part V
Lines 339-345

Note all the S sounds in this section.

Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses

Exploring The Waste Land
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File date: Sunday, September 29, 2002
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