After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us by vanities.
T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
Source: Gerontion, 1920
Contributed by: Zaady
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss.
Source: The Waste Land, 1922, Death by Water
These fragments I have shored against my ruins.
Source: The Waste Land, 1922, What the Thunder Said
Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
Source: Whispers of Immortality, 1920
Friendship should be more than biting time can sever.
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.
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.
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