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. 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. Gus: The Theatre Cat 1/3/2003
20. To Walter De La Mare 1/3/2003
21. Spleen 1/3/2003
22. Aunt Helen 5/17/2001
23. Rhapsody On A Windy Night 5/17/2001
24. Hysteria 5/17/2001
25. Old Deuteronomy 1/13/2003
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. Sweeney Erect 5/17/2001
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. Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding 1/13/2003
38. Preludes 5/17/2001
39. Mr. Mistoffelees 1/13/2003
40. Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages 1/13/2003

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  • Antoine Chahine (8/31/2018 7:41:00 PM)

    Interestingly, in 1965, Eliot expressed his belief in the spiritual path as indicated by Rudolf Steiner; “I see the path of progress for modern man in his occupation with his own self, with his inner being, as indicated by Rudolf Steiner.”

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  • Robert Johnson (3/29/2017 11:58:00 AM)

    Its a small world. When I worked as a writer at Douglas Aircraft in Santa Monica In '39, I spoke to the printer who did good job printing our stuff. His name was Paul Williams and he boasted that he was the brother of William Carlos Williams, the American poet, of whom I had never heard. I liked the rhyming poetry of Poe, Frost and Nash and thus I learned about the not-rhyming Americans, such as Williams, Eliot and Pound. I discovered that the rhyming of the end words of poem lines were nowhere as near the essence of good poetry as were the thoughts that were conveyed. A series of such introductions, as follows, have occurred: My son-in-law explained that his mother was a cousin of Thomas Stearns Eliot, who wrote '...this is the way the world ends'....I was given a book entitled 'The American Inquisition' that explained how Ezra Pound escaped the penalty for Treason by being diagnosed as insane, learning that Ezra was instrumental in helping T S Eliot and William Carlos get their poems published, and that, when Google was asked to search for William Carlos Williams' brother Paul, Google delivered me to the Gutenberg Press where a poem sits titled 'William Carlos Williams' brother Paul'.
    While I toured Ireland, at a graveyard behind the church at Sligo, I found the headstone of William Butler Yeats' grave on which was chiseled '...cast a cold eye', a phrase that I once chose as my email name because Yeats was one of those 'not-rhyming' thoughtful poets.

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  • Sayeed Abubakar Sayeed Abubakar (8/25/2016 9:11:00 AM)

    All the poems of T S Eliot should be published here with permission.

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/10/2015 11:42:00 AM)

    TS Eliot (who had become a British citizen in 1927) was long associated with the publishing house of Faber & Faber - eventually he became director of the firm, and in such position published many younger poets.

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (11/17/2015 5:32:00 AM)

    The Waste Land was written by T.S. Eliot in 1922
    Here is the 1st of its 5 parts:

    The Waste Land


    APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
    Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
    Memory and desire, stirring
    Dull roots with spring rain.
    Winter kept us warm, covering 5
    Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
    A little life with dried tubers.
    Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
    With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
    And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10
    And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
    Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
    And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s,
    My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
    And I was frightened. He said, Marie, 15
    Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
    In the mountains, there you feel free.
    I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

    What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
    Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, 20
    You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
    A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
    And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
    And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
    There is shadow under this red rock, 25
    (Come in under the shadow of this red rock) ,
    And I will show you something different from either
    Your shadow at morning striding behind you
    Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
    I will show you fear in a handful of dust. 30
    Frisch weht der Wind
    Der Heimat zu,
    Mein Irisch Kind,
    Wo weilest du?
    “You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; 35
    They called me the hyacinth girl.”
    —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
    Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
    Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
    Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
    Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
    Öd’ und leer das Meer.

    Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
    Had a bad cold, nevertheless
    Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe, 45
    With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
    Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
    (Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
    Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
    The lady of situations. 50
    Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
    And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
    Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
    Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
    The Hanged Man. Fear death by water. 55
    I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
    Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
    Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
    One must be so careful these days.

    Unreal City, 60
    Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
    A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
    I had not thought death had undone so many.
    Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
    And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. 65
    Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
    To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
    With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
    There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying “Stetson!
    You who were with me in the ships at Mylae! 70
    That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
    Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
    Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
    Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
    Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again! 75
    You! hypocrite lecteur! —mon semblable, —mon frère! ”

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  • Frank Avon (4/2/2015 3:06:00 AM)

    PLEASE tell me why I cannot add any of Eliot's poetry to my list of favorite poems!

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  • David Yelland (11/8/2013 5:20:00 PM)

    A wonderful poet who's poetry has changed my life

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  • Kimberly Kastner (4/22/2006 2:32:00 PM)

    I got his book Old Possum's Book Of Practical Cats for my b-day a couple years ago. All the poems in that book are so cute! My favorite one is 'Cat Morgan Introduces Himself.' I liked how Eliot changed the spelling of some of the words to show Morgan's accent.

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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 ...

Read the full of Ash Wednesday


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