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T.S. Eliot: Portrait of a Lady, I

by T. S. Eliot III Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange itself--as it will seem to do-- With "I have saved this afternoon for you"; And four wax…

T.S. Eliot: Portrait of a Lady, II

by T. S. Eliot IIIIII Now that lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room And twists one in her fingers while she talks. "Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know…

T.S. Eliot: Portrait of a Lady, III

by T. S. Eliot IIIII The October night comes down; returning as before Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door And feel as if…

T. S. Eliot: Preludes, I

by T. S. Eliot III The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of…

Poems of T. S. Eliot

by T. S. Eliot Poems To Jean Verdenal 1889-1915   Contents Gerontion Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar Sweeney Erect A Cooking Egg Le Directeur Mélange adultí¨re de…

T. S. Eliot: Preludes, II

by T. S. Eliot IIIIII The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From the sawdust-trampled street With all its muddy feet that press To early coffee-stands. With…

T. S. Eliot: Preludes, III

by T. S. Eliot IIIVIII You tossed a blanket from the bed, You lay upon your back, and waited; You dozed, and watched the night revealing The thousand sordid images Of which your soul was…

T. S. Eliot: Preludes, IV

by T. S. Eliot IIIIV His soul stretched tight across the skies That fade behind a city block, Or trampled by insistent feet At four and five and six o'clock; And short square fingers…

Poem: Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service

Poem 10 Poem 12 Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service Look, look, master, here comes two religions caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. Polyphiloprogenitive The sapient sutlers of the…

Poems: Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service

by T. S. Eliot Whispers of ImmortalitySweeney Among the NightingalesMr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service Look, look, master, here comes two religions caterpillars.…