Thomas Stearns Eliot
Thomas Stearns Eliot Poems
- Ash Wednesday I Because I do not hope to turn ...
- The Waste Land 'Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis ...
- The Love Song Of J Alfred Pruf... S'io credesse che mia ...
- A Cooking Egg En l'an trentiesme de mon aage Que toutes ...
- The Hollow Men I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed...
- Macavity: The Mystery Cat Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's ...
- The Naming Of Cats The Naming of Cats is a difficult ...
Eliot was born into the Eliot family of St. Louis, Missouri. His father, Henry Ware Eliot (1843–1919), was a successful businessman, president and treasurer of the Hydraulic-Press Brick Company in St. Louis; his mother, born Charlotte Champe Stearns (1843–1929), wrote poems and was also a social worker. Eliot was the last of six surviving children; his parents were both 44 years old when he was born. His four sisters were between eleven and nineteen years older than he; his brother was eight years older. Known to family and friends as Tom, he was the namesake of his maternal grandfather Thomas Stearns.
From 1898 to 1905 Eliot was a student at Smith Academy, a preparatory school ... more »
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Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?
Because I do not hope to know
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing ...