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|
A Cooking Egg
En l'an trentiesme de mon aage
Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beucs ...
Pipit sate upright in her chair
Some distance from where I was sitting;
Views of the Oxford Colleges
Lay on the table, with the knitting.
Daguerreotypes and silhouettes,
Her grandfather and great great aunts,
Supported on the mantelpiece
An Invitation to the Dance.
. . . . . .
I shall not want Honour in Heaven
For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney
And have talk with Coriolanus
And other heroes of that kidney.
I shall not want ...
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.