Women And Folly: T S Eliot

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When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand
And puts a record on the gramophone.

T S Eliot

This is a take on Oliver Goldsmith:

When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly
When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can sooth her melancholy,
What art can wash her guilt away?
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom—is to die.
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About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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2 Responses to Women And Folly: T S Eliot

  1. This is from the passage in The Waste Land which Wendy Cope (in her five-limerick version of poem) summarises as:

    A typist got laid
    Some music is played

    • layanglicana says:

      Wonderful, what would I do without you Chris! So annoying that we can’t put Wendy Cope’s poems up. My favourite is ‘Bloody men are like bloody buses’. 🙂

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