T. S. Eliot
City, Waste, and Modern Desolation
Urban fragments, hollow rooms, waste places, nerves, smoke, and modern spiritual exhaustion.
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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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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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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Preludes
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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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Morning At The Window
They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
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And along the trampled edges of the stree
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The Boston Evening Transcript
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
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Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.
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When ev
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End of City, Waste, and Modern Desolation
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