Thomas Stearns Eliot

(1888-1965 / Missouri / United States)

Thomas Stearns Eliot Poems

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41. Sweeney Erect 5/17/2001
42. The Ad-Dressing Of Cats 1/13/2003
43. The Boston Evening Transcript 1/13/2003
44. The Dry Salvages 1/3/2003
45. The Hippopotamus 5/17/2001
46. The Hollow Men 1/3/2003
47. The Journey Of The Magi 1/3/2003
48. The Love Song Of J Alfred Prufrock 1/3/2003
49. The Naming Of Cats 1/13/2003
50. The Old Gumbie Cat 1/13/2003
51. The Rum Tum Tugger 1/13/2003
52. The Song Of The Jellicles 1/13/2003
53. The Waste Land 1/13/2003
54. To Walter De La Mare 1/3/2003
55. Tra-La-La-La-La-La-Laire--Nil Nisi Divinum Stabile 5/17/2001
56. Whispers Of Immortality 5/17/2001
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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Mélange Adultère De Tout

En Amerique, professeur;
En Angleterre, journaliste;
C'est à grands pas et en sueur
Que vous suivrez à peine ma piste.
En Yorkshire, conferencier;
A Londres, un peu banquier,
Vous me paierez bien la tête.
C'est à Paris que je me coiffe
Casque noir de jemenfoutiste.

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