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. Burbank With A Baedeker: Bleistein With A Cigar 12/31/2002
12. Cousin Nancy 5/17/2001
13. Little Gidding 1/3/2003
14. Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service 1/3/2003
15. Sweeney Among The Nightingales 1/3/2003
16. Mr. Apollinax 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. Tra-La-La-La-La-La-Laire--Nil Nisi Divinum Stabile 5/17/2001
21. To Walter De La Mare 1/3/2003
22. Spleen 1/3/2003
23. Aunt Helen 5/17/2001
24. Rhapsody On A Windy Night 5/17/2001
25. Hysteria 5/17/2001
26. Old Deuteronomy 1/13/2003
27. Mungojerrie And Rumpelteazer 1/13/2003
28. East Coker 1/3/2003
29. Four Quartets 5/17/2001
30. Portrait Of A Lady 1/3/2003
31. The Ad-Dressing Of Cats 1/13/2003
32. Whispers Of Immortality 5/17/2001
33. Journey Of The Magi 1/13/2003
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

I

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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Conversation Galante

I observe: 'Our sentimental friend the moon!
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Prester John's balloon
Or an old battered lantern hung aloft
To light poor travellers to their distress.'
She then: 'How you digress!'

And I then: 'Some one frames upon the keys
That exquisite nocturne, with which we explain

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