Le Directeur (T. S. Eliot Poem)
MALHEUR à la malheureuse Tamise Qui coule si preès du Spectateur. Le directeur Conservateur Du Spectateur Empeste la brise. Les ...
T. S. Eliot Poems (45 Poems)
Mélange Adultère de Tout (T. S. Eliot Poem)
EN Amerique, professeur; En Angleterre, journaliste; C'est à grands pas et en sueur Que vous suivrez à peine ma piste. ...
Mr. Apollinax (T. S. Eliot Poem)
WHEN Mr. Apollinax visited the United States His laughter tinkled among the teacups. I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure ...
Conversation Galante (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I OBSERVE: "Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John's balloon Or an ...
Aunt Helen (T. S. Eliot Poem)
MISS HELEN SLINGSBY was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by ...
Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire-nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus-the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-goats ...
Lune de Miel (T. S. Eliot Poem)
ILS ont vu les Pays-Bas, ils rentrent à Terre Haute; Mais une nuit d'été, les voici à Ravenne, A l'aise ...
The Boston Evening Transcript (T. S. Eliot Poem)
THE READERS of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn. When evening quickens ...
Dans le Restaurant (T. S. Eliot Poem)
LE garçon délabré qui n'a rien à faire Que de se gratter les doigts et se pencher sur mon épaule: ...
Growltiger’s Last Stand (T. S. Eliot Poems)
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
Hysteria (T. S. Eliot Poem)
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth ...
La Figlia che Piange (T. S. Eliot Poem)
O quam te memorem virgo... STAND on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave ...
Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service (T. S. Eliot Poems)
Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift ...
Morning at the Window (T. S. Eliot Poem)
THEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of ...
Sweeney Erect (T. S. Eliot Poem)
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
Mungojerrie And Rumpelteazer (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were a very notorious couple of cats. As knockabout clown, quick-change comedians, tight-rope walkers and acrobats They ...
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Old Deuteronomy (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in ...
Sweeney among the Nightingales (T. S. Eliot Poem)
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
Gus: The Theatre Cat (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really ...
Four Quartets 2: East Coker (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat (T. S. Eliot Poem)
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
The Ad-Dressing Of Cats (T. S. Eliot Poem)
You've read of several kinds of Cat, And my opinion now is that You should need no interpreter To understand ...
Cousin Nancy (T. S. Eliot Poem)
MISS NANCY ELLICOTT Strode across the hills and broke them, Rode across the hills and broke them- The barren New ...
The Rum Tum Tugger (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat: If you offer him pheasant he would rather have grouse. If you ...
Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones-- In fact, he's remarkably fat. He doesn't haunt pubs--he has eight or nine ...
Mr. Mistoffelees (T. S. Eliot Poem)
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat-- (There can be no doubt about that). Please listen to ...
Rhapsody on a Windy Night (T. S. Eliot Poem)
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
The Old Gumbie Cat (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger ...
Portrait of a Lady (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...