Sunday's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog:
The Waste Land (III), by T.S. Eliot
The river’s tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
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(read by Tom O'Bedlam)
https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2025/04/the-waste-land-iii-ts-eliot.html
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