This is the first of my productions. A celebration of Love & Light

LA FIGLIA - THE WEEPING GIRL a poem by TS ELLIOT, haunting in its magic, as the man himself reads the poem, recorded on wire in the late 1920's, before his death.

THE WEEPING GIRL - haha enjoy.

T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). Prufrock and Other Observations. 1917.

12. La Figlia che Piange

O quam te memorem virgo…

STAND on the highest pavement of the stair—

Lean on a garden urn—

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—

Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—

Fling them to the ground and turn 5

With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:

But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

So I would have had him leave,

So I would have had her stand and grieve,

So he would have left 10

As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,

As the mind deserts the body it has used.

I should find

Some way incomparably light and deft,

Some way we both should understand, 15

Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.

She turned away, but with the autumn weather

Compelled my imagination many days,

Many days and many hours:

Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers. 20

And I wonder how they should have been together!

I should have lost a gesture and a pose.

Sometimes these cogitations still amaze

The troubled midnight and the noon’s repose.

Michael SPARKLE