Thomas Stearns Eliot

(1888-1965 / Missouri / United States)

Thomas Stearns Eliot Poems

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1. Lune De Miel 5/17/2001
2. Mélange Adultère De Tout 1/3/2003
3. Le Directeur 5/17/2001
4. Hysteria 1/3/2003
5. Morning At The Window 5/17/2001
6. The Dry Salvages 1/3/2003
7. La Figlia Che Piange (The Weeping Girl) 1/1/2004
8. The Boston Evening Transcript 1/13/2003
9. The Hippopotamus 5/17/2001
10. Conversation Galante 5/17/2001
11. Tra-La-La-La-La-La-Laire--Nil Nisi Divinum Stabile 5/17/2001
12. Burbank With A Baedeker: Bleistein With A Cigar 12/31/2002
13. Cousin Nancy 5/17/2001
14. Little Gidding 1/3/2003
15. Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service 1/3/2003
16. Sweeney Among The Nightingales 1/3/2003
17. Dans Le Restaurant 5/17/2001
18. Sweeney Erect 5/17/2001
19. Gus: The Theatre Cat 1/3/2003
20. To Walter De La Mare 1/3/2003
21. Spleen 1/3/2003
22. Aunt Helen 5/17/2001
23. Rhapsody On A Windy Night 5/17/2001
24. Hysteria 5/17/2001
25. Old Deuteronomy 1/13/2003
26. Mungojerrie And Rumpelteazer 1/13/2003
27. East Coker 1/3/2003
28. Four Quartets 5/17/2001
29. Portrait Of A Lady 1/3/2003
30. The Ad-Dressing Of Cats 1/13/2003
31. Whispers Of Immortality 5/17/2001
32. Journey Of The Magi 1/13/2003
33. Mr. Apollinax 1/3/2003
34. Four Quartets 2: East Coker 1/13/2003
35. Burnt Norton 1/3/2003
36. The Journey Of The Magi 1/3/2003
37. Mr. Mistoffelees 1/13/2003
38. Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding 1/13/2003
39. Preludes 5/17/2001
40. Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Thomas Stearns Eliot

Ash Wednesday


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 ...

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The Old Gumbie Cat

I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots;
Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger stripes and leopard spots.
All day she sits upon the stair or on the steps or on the mat;
She sits and sits and sits and sits--and that's what makes a Gumbie Cat!

But when the day's hustle and bustle is done,
Then the Gumbie Cat's work is but hardly begun.
And when all the family's in bed and asleep,
She tucks up her skirts to the basement to creep.

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