And I must borrow every changing shape To find expression.
T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
Source: Portrait of a Lady, 1917, III
Contributed by: Zaady
And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you, Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Source: The Waste Land
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin.
Source: Whispers of Immortality, 1920
In a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.
Source: Morning at the Window, 1917
Do I dare Disturb the universe?
And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair.
Source: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1917
Dayodhuam: I have heard the key Turn in the door once and turn once only We think of the key, each in his prison Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.
Source: The Waste Land, 1922, What the Thunder Said
Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn.
Source: Ash-Wednesday, 1930
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