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, ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
We like March. His Shoes are Purple -- He is new and high -- Makes he Mud for Dog and ...
What is -- "Paradise" -- Who live there -- Are they "Farmers" -- Do they "hoe" -- Do they know ...
I started Early -- Took my Dog -- And visited the Sea -- The Mermaids in the Basement Came out ...
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
Seven tailored suits, matching shoes and socks, a brace of muted ties with subtle breast pocket handkerchiefs descried, you wouldn't ...
My thoughts are like the boots randomly arrayed in the rack outside the window, some in pairs neatly stacked, comfortably ...
The Alexandrians were gathered to see Cleopatra's children, Caesarion, and his little brothers, Alexander and Ptolemy, whom for the first ...
And all at length are gathered in. --LOUISE BOGAN By the time I came around to feeling pain and woke ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
The clock is frozen in the tower, The thickening fog with sooty smell Has blanketed the motor power Which turns ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
There was a young patrolman who Had large but tender feet; They always hurt him badly when He walked upon ...
I want to know how Bernard Shaw Likes beefsteak-fairly done, or raw? I want to know what kinds of shoes ...
Last Easter Jim put on his blue Frock cwoat, the vu'st time-vier new; Wi' yollow buttons all o' brass, That ...
This year, I'm raising the emotional ante, putting my face in the leaves to be stepped on, seeing myself among ...
Indeed I live in the dark ages! A guileless word is an absurdity. A smooth forehead betokens A hard heart. ...
To the cities I came in a time of disorder That was ruled by hunger. I sheltered with the people ...
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