When reading the Waste Land, I found that I was lost in my own thoughts when trying to connect all of the pieces together. I found that instead of getting to an answer, I was getting more and more confused. To me, the Waste Land had an affect to where I felt as if I were being pulled into its context. Every part and word were put into this poem with so much thought that it made me wonder what were his thoughts when writing this. There were parts of the poem I understood completely, but I found that there were also sections that I could not wrap my head around. A section that had intrigued me the most was about the red rock and the absence of water. During this part, I could picture and almost feel the heat on my neck and the dryness of my throat from being so thirsty. In the next section, though, we were back to a picture of all of this rain and water, which just drew me farther into the story and even more confused. I keep coming up with more questions than I do with answers. Why is this poem so fragmented? What is the reason for switching between an abundance of water to none? In the end, I have to come to the realization that my questions won’t be answered due to the fact that they are not supposed to be answered in the first place. Which just brings me back to why not. I feel that everything should have an answer. There shouldn’t be any of these questions in my head. I don’t like how I’m not able to figure out this poems meaning. I am very lost on what I am supposed to be feeling or even thinking right now.

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