A volcano is angry like T.S. Eliot,
It has been striving a lot,
To burn the earth being furious so,
The reason behind this, only God does know!
To some, volcanic eruption is dangerous,
To some, it is rather advantageous,
Since new islands are born gradually,
From the lava it does emanate deafeningly.
Like the obdurate ants, the ceaseless lava keeps coming,
Nothing seems to have the power to stop it, nothing!
- Well, 'angry' in the sense that T.S. Eliot is much depressed with the modern world. His dissatisfaction and anger have found their expressions in 'The Waste Land'. He is fed up with the immorality and degeneration that have darkened the humans' conscience. I think his anger is full of positivity like that of any rebel who looks forward to changing the eroded society.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem