The Waste Land

"I saw with my own eyes the Sibyl of Cumae hanging in a jar, and when the boys said to her, Sibyl, what do you want? she replied I want to die."

I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.

My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart
Under my feet. After the event
He wept. He promised "a new start".
I made no comment. What should I resent
'On Margate Sands.
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.'