Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton (T. S. Eliot Poem)
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
To Humor You cannot love, my pretty heart, and why? There was a time you told me that you would; ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
Wash of cold river in a glacial land, Ionian water, chill, snow-ribbed sand, drift of rare flowers, clear, with delicate ...
Rose, harsh rose, marred and with stint of petals, meagre flower, thin, sparse of leaf, more precious than a wet ...
Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure spilled near the shrub-pines to ...
I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great ...
1. Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood-leaves, cracked and bent and tortured ...
Absent Place -- an April Day -- Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow -- Drift may block ...
Behind Me -- dips Eternity -- Before Me -- Immortality -- Myself -- the Term between -- Death but the ...
FOR a name unknown, Whose fame unblown Sleeps in the hills For ever and aye; For her who hears The ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
Most brightly of all burned the hair of my evening loved one: to her I send the coffin of lightest ...
O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary to rearrange my hair. ...
The fragrance of the pink lotus fails, the jade mat hints of autumn. Softly I unfasten my silk cloak, Who ...
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading ...
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
Warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree Drift down the darkness. Plangent, hidden from eyes Somewhere an `eukaleli' ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...
I had come to the house, in a cave of trees, Facing a sheer sky. Everything moved, -- a bell ...
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