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.||Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town||1/13/2003|
|46.||Growltiger's Last Stand||1/3/2003|
|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|
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.