I think we are in rats' alley Where the dead men lost their bones.
T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
Source: The Waste Land, 1922, The Game of Chess
Contributed by: Zaady
Human kind Cannot bear very much reality.
Source: Burnt Norton
Reorganized upon the floor She yawns and draws a stocking up.
Source: Sweeney Among the Nightingales, 1920
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
Source: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1917
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
Music heard so deeply that it is not heard at all, but you are the music while the music lasts.
You are the music while the music lasts.
The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And let their liquid siftings fall To stain the stiff dishonored shroud.
Here is no water but only rock.
Source: The Waste Land, 1922, What the Thunder Said
This oval O cropped out with teeth.
Source: Sweeney Erect, 1920
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