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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…

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.…

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…