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Lines 20-24:

Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only

Eliot's Note:

23. Cf. Ecclesiastes XII, v.

Context:

Ecclesiastes 12:5, from the ESV translation of the Bible:

They are afraid also of what is high, and terrors are in the way; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along, and desire fails, because man is going to his eternal home, and the mourners go about the streets—