I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates.
T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
Source: Morning at the Window, 1917
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
What we call the beginning Is often the end And to make an end Is to make a new beginning. The end is where we start from.
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.
We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive at what we started and know the place for the first time.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.
Source: La Figlia Che Piange, 1917
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