You are the music while the music lasts.
T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
Contributed by: Zaady
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.
Source: Sweeney Among the Nightingales, 1920
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
Over buttered scones and crumpets Weeping, weeping multitudes Droop in a hundred A.B.C.'s.
Source: A Cooking Egg, 1920
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
Poetry can communicate before it is understood.
We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.
When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.
Source: The Waste Land, 1922, The Fire Sermon
Most of the trouble in the world is caused by people wanting to be important.
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