My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
Contributed by: Zaady
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
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
Birth, copulation, and death. That's all the facts when you come to brass tacks.
Source: Sweeney Agonistes
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