ego ipse oculis meis vidi pendere...

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"Here, said she,
Is your card, the Drowned Phoenician Sailor,
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
(...)

Twit twit twit
Jug jug jug jug jug jug
So rudely forc'd
Tereu

Unreal City
(...)

IV. DEATH BY WATER

PHLEBAS the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas 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

O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
(...)

If there were water
(...)

In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.
Only a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain
(...)

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
(...)

These fragment I have shored against my ruins."

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Das war ein Teil meines Lieblingsgedichts in englischer Sprache.
QUIZ: Was ist es? Und wer ist das lyrische Ich, das fischt?
Und wie heißt die Dame, die die Karten legt?