The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot - Death by Water. IV. Mort per l'aigua

IV. DEATH BY WATER Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas swell And the profit and loss.                           A current under sea  315 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,  320 Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you. IV. MORT PER L'AIGUA Phlebas el fenici, mort fa quinze dies, Va oblidar el crit de les gavines, i l'onatge dels oceans profunds I el profit i la pèrdua.                           Un corrent sota la mar  315 Va collir els seus ossos en xiuxiueigs. Quan pujava i queia Va passar les passes de la seva edat i joventut Entrant el xuclador.                           Gentil o jueu O tu qui gira el governall i mira a sobrevent,  320 Considera Phlebas, qui en un altre temps era tan maco i tan alt com tu.

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