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T. S. Eliot

City, Waste, and Modern Desolation

Urban fragments, hollow rooms, waste places, nerves, smoke, and modern spiritual exhaustion.
The Hollow MenMistah Kurtz—he dead. / A penny for the Old Guy / I / We are the hollow men / We are the stuffed men
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The Waste Land‘Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis / vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri diceren
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Rhapsody On A Windy NightTwelve o’clock. / Along the reaches of the street / Held in a lunar synthesis, / Whispering lunar in
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PreludesI / The winter evening settles down / With smell of steaks in passageways. / Six o’clock. / The burn
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Morning At The WindowThey are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, / And along the trampled edges of the stree
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The Boston Evening TranscriptThe readers of the Boston Evening Transcript / Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn. / When ev
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End of City, Waste, and Modern Desolation
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