Thomas Stearns Eliot
Thomas Stearns Eliot Poems
|41.||The Rum Tum Tugger||1/13/2003|
|42.||Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton||1/13/2003|
|43.||Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat||1/1/2004|
|44.||The Song Of The Jellicles||1/13/2003|
|45.||Growltiger's Last Stand||1/3/2003|
|46.||Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town||1/13/2003|
|48.||Eyes That Last I Saw In Tears||1/3/2003|
|49.||The Old Gumbie Cat||1/13/2003|
|50.||The Naming Of Cats||1/13/2003|
|51.||The Hollow Men||1/3/2003|
|52.||Macavity: The Mystery Cat||12/31/2002|
|53.||A Cooking Egg||12/31/2002|
|54.||The Waste Land||1/13/2003|
|55.||The Love Song Of J Alfred Prufrock||1/3/2003|
Macavity: The Mystery Cat
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw -
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime - Macavity's not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air -
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's ...
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