|
|
 |
|
|
User Rating: |
|
8.5
/10
(17
votes)
|
|
|
|
|
|
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter
and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a
talent for squad-drill.I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each
momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat,
bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles.An elderly waiter with
trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked
cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden . . ."I decided that if
the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments
of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention
with careful subtlety to this end.
T. S. Eliot
|
|
Read poems about / on: pink, laughter, green, lost, dark, star
|
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
Comments about this poem (Hysteria
by
T. S. Eliot
) |
|
Click here to write your
comments about this poem (Hysteria by
T. S. Eliot
)
 |
Lisa Alva
(9/22/2009 9:54:00 AM) |
Sorry, I meant in danger OF being swallowed.
|
|
|
|
Lisa Alva
(9/22/2009 9:50:00 AM) |
A wonderful snapshot of a dangerous moment, so much danger or being swallowed, embarassed, embarrasing the waiter. Thanks TS.
|
|
Read all
2
comments >>
|
|
|
 |
 |
 |
|
|
 |
|
People who read
T. S. Eliot
|
 |
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
