The Waste Land | IV. Death by Water
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swellAnd the profit and loss.A current under seaPicked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fellHe passed the stages of his age and youthEntering the whirlpool.Gentile or JewO you who turn the wheel and look to windward,Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
Death by Water was one of my favorites from The Waste Land. I finished it a few days ago and now I’m encouraged to read some of Eliot’s essays.