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Alexander Gonzalez on T. S. Eliot

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"Till human voices wake us, and we drown."
~ T.S. Eliot (1888-1965) 
from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1917

"He laughed like an irresponsible foetus."
~ T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
from Mr. Apollinox, 1917

"Human kind Cannot bear very much reality."
~ T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
from Burnt Norton

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, ' Do I care? ' and, ' Do I dare? '
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair--
(They will say: ' How his hair is growing
thin! ')
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
(They will say: ' But how his arms and legs are thin! ')
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

~ T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1917

 


For I have known them all already, known them all--
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

~ T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1917

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965)
from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, 1917
 


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