Thomas Stearns Eliot

(1888-1965 / Missouri / United States)

Thomas Stearns Eliot Poems

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1. Lune De Miel 5/17/2001
2. Mélange Adultère De Tout 1/3/2003
3. Le Directeur 5/17/2001
4. Hysteria 1/3/2003
5. Morning At The Window 5/17/2001
6. The Dry Salvages 1/3/2003
7. La Figlia Che Piange (The Weeping Girl) 1/1/2004
8. The Boston Evening Transcript 1/13/2003
9. The Hippopotamus 5/17/2001
10. Conversation Galante 5/17/2001
11. Burbank With A Baedeker: Bleistein With A Cigar 12/31/2002
12. Cousin Nancy 5/17/2001
13. Little Gidding 1/3/2003
14. Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service 1/3/2003
15. Sweeney Among The Nightingales 1/3/2003
16. Mr. Apollinax 1/3/2003
17. Dans Le Restaurant 5/17/2001
18. Sweeney Erect 5/17/2001
19. Gus: The Theatre Cat 1/3/2003
20. Tra-La-La-La-La-La-Laire--Nil Nisi Divinum Stabile 5/17/2001
21. To Walter De La Mare 1/3/2003
22. Spleen 1/3/2003
23. Aunt Helen 5/17/2001
24. Rhapsody On A Windy Night 5/17/2001
25. Hysteria 5/17/2001
26. Old Deuteronomy 1/13/2003
27. Mungojerrie And Rumpelteazer 1/13/2003
28. East Coker 1/3/2003
29. Four Quartets 5/17/2001
30. Portrait Of A Lady 1/3/2003
31. The Ad-Dressing Of Cats 1/13/2003
32. Whispers Of Immortality 5/17/2001
33. Journey Of The Magi 1/13/2003
34. Four Quartets 2: East Coker 1/13/2003
35. Burnt Norton 1/3/2003
36. The Journey Of The Magi 1/3/2003
37. Mr. Mistoffelees 1/13/2003
38. Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding 1/13/2003
39. Preludes 5/17/2001
40. Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Thomas Stearns Eliot

Ash Wednesday


Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?

Because I do not hope to know
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing ...

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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

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