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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. | Mungojerrie And Rumpelteazer | 1/13/2003 |
| 27. | East Coker | 1/3/2003 |
| 28. | Four Quartets | 5/17/2001 |
| 29. | Portrait Of A Lady | 1/3/2003 |
| 30. | The Ad-Dressing Of Cats | 1/13/2003 |
| 31. | Whispers Of Immortality | 5/17/2001 |
| 32. | Journey Of The Magi | 1/13/2003 |
| 33. | Old Deuteronomy | 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 |
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 ...
Conversation Galante
I observe: 'Our sentimental friend the moon!
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Prester John's balloon
Or an old battered lantern hung aloft
To light poor travellers to their distress.'
She then: 'How you digress!'
And I then: 'Some one frames upon the keys
That exquisite nocturne, with which we explain
