Travel poem number 2 about Istanbul. I depart the shiny new tram taste sage tea hundreds of years in the making consumed near a Muslim graveyard, where I espied silhouettes of crescent moons, stars under pitch black skies. As I dodge mutant dancing zebras, vehicles screech to halt at the light. Garish clothes, piled onContinue reading “Travel Poetry – 2”
One of the 20th century’s most influential poets, Eliot died 50 years ago this month. He often wrote of the fragility of memory, but much do you recall about his work?