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Thomas Stearns Eliot
Thomas Stearns Eliot Poems
| 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. | Tra-La-La-La-La-La-Laire--Nil Nisi Divinum Stabile | 5/17/2001 |
| 12. | Burbank With A Baedeker: Bleistein With A Cigar | 12/31/2002 |
| 13. | Cousin Nancy | 5/17/2001 |
| 14. | Little Gidding | 1/3/2003 |
| 15. | Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service | 1/3/2003 |
| 16. | Sweeney Among The Nightingales | 1/3/2003 |
| 17. | Mr. Apollinax | 1/3/2003 |
| 18. | Dans Le Restaurant | 5/17/2001 |
| 19. | Sweeney Erect | 5/17/2001 |
| 20. | Gus: The Theatre Cat | 1/3/2003 |
| 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. | Whispers Of Immortality | 5/17/2001 |
| 32. | Journey Of The Magi | 1/13/2003 |
| 33. | Four Quartets 2: East Coker | 1/13/2003 |
| 34. | Burnt Norton | 1/3/2003 |
| 35. | Mr. Mistoffelees | 1/13/2003 |
| 36. | The Journey Of The Magi | 1/3/2003 |
| 37. | Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding | 1/13/2003 |
| 38. | Preludes | 5/17/2001 |
| 39. | The Ad-Dressing Of Cats | 1/13/2003 |
| 40. | Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages | 1/13/2003 |
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 ...
The Old Gumbie Cat
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots;
Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger stripes and leopard spots.
All day she sits upon the stair or on the steps or on the mat;
She sits and sits and sits and sits--and that's what makes a Gumbie Cat!
But when the day's hustle and bustle is done,
Then the Gumbie Cat's work is but hardly begun.
And when all the family's in bed and asleep,
She tucks up her skirts to the basement to creep.
