Status Updates From The Penguin Book of Contemp...

I only knew a few of these poets. T.S. Eliot, D.H. Lawrence, James Joyce, Walter de la Mare, whom my father was fond of, W.H. Auden, Dylan Thomas,

Am not reading this from cover to cover, just dipping into it.

They could have chosen some more excerpts from T.S. Eliot's poems.

"There is nothing at all to be done about it,
There is nothing to be done about anything,
And now it is nearly time for the news
We must listen to the weather report
And the international catastrophes." - T.S. Eliot

Ash on an old man's sleeve
Is all the ash the burnt roses leave.
Dust in the air suspended
Marks the place where a story ended.
Dust inbreathed was a house -
The wall, the wainscot and the mouse.
The death of hope and despair,
This is the death of air.

- T. S. Eliot "Little Gidding II"

found it! continuing onwardsss...

p38

i seem to have misplaced this volume. tch. moving to stalled shelf in the mean time.

Rain - he could hear it rustling through the dark;
Fragrance and passionless music woven as one;
Warm rain on drooping roses; pattering showers
Behind the thunder, but a trickling peace,
Gently and slowly washing life away.

Night, with a gust of wind, was in the ward,
Blowing the curtain to a glimmering curve.
Night. He was blind; he could not see the stars
Glinting among the wraiths of wandering cloud;
Queer blots of colour, purple, scarlet, green,
Flickered and faded in his drowning eyes.

So far, four poets stand out in my mind -
1. T. S. Eliot
2. James Joyce (for the sound experiments)
3. Wilfred Owen
4. Louis Macneice (For amazing musicality in his poems)

Looking forward to make a complete list of top 10 poets in this collection once I complete!

Not yet inert, but with a tortured breast
At hint of that bleak gulf - his last farewell;
Pining for peace, assurance, pause and rest,
Yet slave to what he loves past words to tell;