poème de la modernité par excellence

des extraits pour vous donner l'avant gout d'un des chef d'œuvre de notre époque :

what are that roots that clutch, what branches grow
out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
you cannot say, or guess, for you know only
a heap of broken images, where the sun beats
and the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
and the dry stone no sound of water; only
there is shadow under this red rock
(come in under the shadow of this red rock)

per chi legge l'italiano l'edizione BUR commentata da A.Serpieri é fantastica