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

I

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 ...

Read the full of Ash Wednesday

Gerontion

Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
Dreaming of both.


Here I am, an old man in a dry month,
Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
I was neither at the hot gates
Nor fought in the warm rain

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