Poetry: The Waste Land: Death by Water by T. S. Eliot (read by Fiona Shaw)

"The Waste Land: Death by Water" by T. S. Eliot IV. Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea 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. Gentile or Jew O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you. Source: The Waste Land Full poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem... ☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ DISCLAIMER: This is a non-monetized channel. Absolutely no copyright infringement intended. I created/edited this video for entertainment purpose only. I do not own nor claim to own anything in this video. The videos/audios/photos are property of their rightful owners. All credit goes to the owners of all the materials used in this video. * ৳৸ᵃᵑᵏ Ꮍ৹੫ᵎ *