The river sweats
Oil and tar
The barges drift
With the turning tide
Red sails
Wide
To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
From T.S. Eliot’s ‘The Waste Land, pt. III (The Fire Sermon)’.
The river sweats
Oil and tar
The barges drift
With the turning tide
Red sails
Wide
To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
From T.S. Eliot’s ‘The Waste Land, pt. III (The Fire Sermon)’.
