Ash Wednesday
I Because I do not hope to turn againBecause I do not hopeBecause I do not hope to turnDesiring this man’s gift and that man’s scopeI no longer strive to strive towards such things(Why should the agèd eagle stretch its…
Category T. S. Eliot
The Hollow Men
1. Mistah Kurtz: a character in Joseph Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness.” 2. A…Old Guy: a cry of English children on the streets on Guy Fawkes Day, November 5, when they carry straw effigies of Guy Fawkes and beg for money…
V. What the Thunder Said
After the torchlight red on sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After the agony in stony places The shouting and the crying Prison and palace and reverberation Of thunder of spring over distant mountains He who was…
IV. Death by Water, The Waste Land
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss. A current under…
III. The Fire Sermon, The Waste Land
The river’s tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed. Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song. The river…
II. A Game of Chess, The Waste Land
The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, Glowed on the marble, where the glass Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines From which a golden Cupidon peeped out (Another hid his eyes behind his wing) Doubled the…
I. The Burial of the Dead, The Waste Land
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised…
The Waste Land
Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: άποθανεîν θέλω.’ For Ezra Pound il miglior fabbro. I. The Burial of the Dead April is the…
Sweeney among the Nightingales
ὤμοι, πέπληγμαι καιρίαν πληγὴν ἔσω. Apeneck Sweeney spread his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to maculate giraffe. The circles of the stormy moon Slide westward toward the River Plate,…
Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service
Look, look, master, here comes two religions caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. PolyphiloprogenitiveThe sapient sutlers of the LordDrift across the window-panes.In the beginning was the Word. In the beginning was the Word.Superfetation of…