Thomas Stearns Eliot
Thomas Stearns Eliot Poems
|41.||Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton||1/13/2003|
|42.||Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat||1/1/2004|
|43.||The Song Of The Jellicles||1/13/2003|
|44.||The Rum Tum Tugger||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 ...
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