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The Waste Land

The waste land is a masterpiece of renowned English poet T.S.Eliot.The Waste Land one of the most talked about poem of the 20th century.

     


        1) After viewing this image i can say that both are talking about different thing, their view points are totally different from each other. Nietzsche also believing in forward looking and Eliot believing regressive backward looking Eliot's and Nietzsche's point of views are different. Nietzsche did imagine such a different world and he is come with Philosophical concept, ' The ubermensch' it means Superman. Eliot tries to convey the idea of modern man with spiritual drought to sexual perversion also.
         After reading poem ‘The Waste land' T S Eliot believes Christianity and religion. In this poem the waste land we also find different type of religious symbol like Buddhism, Hinduism and Upnishada.
2) Eliot and Freud both are thinking from different perspective so we can say that both are standing at their own perspective and they express their views. Freud believing collective and individual balance which should constantly take into account man's primitive instincts and Eliot believes tradition for 'salvation 'Freud's view are existential whereas Eliot's view are more philosophical.
3) Here, in The Waste Land T.S.Eliot use the Example from Indian concept .Here we find what poet mentioned about Indian thought.
           
Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves waited for rain, while the black clouds gathered far distant, over Himavant.The jungle crouched, humped in silence.     
   here in this stanzas we can see that poet use religion of  Hinduism symbol like 'Ganga"or the Ganga River  in India, "was sunken," meaning that the river was low and dried up, as "the limp leaves / Waited for rain". There are black clouds gathering in the distance, over the "Himavant," which is both another term for the Himalayas.   
   Eliot use word like: 
    Datta-Give (God) 
   Dayadhvam-Compassion (humans)
    Damyata-Self-control   
 “DA     
  Datta: What have we given? 
  My friend blood shaking my heart       
 The awful daring of a moment's surrender         
Which an age of prudence can never retract       
 By this, and this only, we have existed          
Which is not to be found in our obituaries         
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider         

Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor         
In our empty rooms       
DA       
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key        
Turn in the door once and turn once only       
We think of the key, each in his prison       
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison       
Only at nightfall, ethereal rumors       
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus       
DA     
Damyata: The boat responded     
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar     
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded Gaily, when invited, beating obedient      
To controlling hands
I sat upon the shore     
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me     
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down     
           In the last line Shantih  Shantih  Shantih suggests the peace which passeth understanding. The Word 'Shanti' is used peacefull life.                     

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