T. S. Eliot
Essential Poems
A first path through T. S. Eliot, balancing reader signal, quality labels, registers, and obvious canonical titles.
The Hollow Men
Mistah Kurtz—he dead.
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A penny for the Old Guy
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I
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We are the hollow men
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We are the stuffed men
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6m
1
The Waste Land
‘Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis
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vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri diceren
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23m
2
The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock
Let us go then, you and I,
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When the evening is spread out against the sky
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Like a patient etheriz
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10m
3
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages
(The Dry Salvages—presumably les trois sauvages
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— is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off th
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17m
4
Rhapsody On A Windy Night
Twelve o’clock.
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Along the reaches of the street
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Held in a lunar synthesis,
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Whispering lunar in
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5m
5
Ash Wednesday
I
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Because I do not hope to turn again
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Because I do not hope
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Because I do not hope to turn
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De
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16m
6
Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton
I
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Time present and time past
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Are both perhaps present in time future,
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And time future containe
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12m
7
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding
I
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Midwinter spring is its own season
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Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
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Suspended in t
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18m
8
Portrait Of A Lady
Thou hast committed—
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Fornication: but that was in another country,
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And besides, the wench is dea
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9m
9
Preludes
I
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The winter evening settles down
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With smell of steaks in passageways.
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Six o’clock.
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The burn
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4m
10
Four Quartets 2: East Coker
I
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In my beginning is my end. In succession
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Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,
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Are re
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16m
11
Journey Of The Magi
‘A cold coming we had of it,
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Just the worst time of the year
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For a journey, and such a journey:
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4m
12
Gerontion
Thou hast nor youth nor age
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But as it were an after dinner sleep
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Dreaming of both.
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Here I am,
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6m
13
The Song Of The Jellicles
Jellicle Cats come out tonight,
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Jellicle Cats come one come all:
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The Jellicle Moon is shining br
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3m
14
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