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  • Bob M.
    The Hollow Men - T.S. Eliot We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper
    Message 1 of 1 , Jun 11, 2007
      The Hollow Men - T.S. Eliot

      We are the hollow men
      We are the stuffed men
      Leaning together
      Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
      Our dried voices, when
      We whisper together
      Are quiet and meaningless
      As wind in dry grass
      Or rats' feet over broken glass
      In our dry cellar

      Shape without form, shade without colour,
      Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

      Those who have crossed
      With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
      Remember us — if at all — not as lost
      Violent souls, but only
      As the hollow men
      The stuffed men.

      II

      Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
      In death's dream kingdom
      These do not appear:
      There, the eyes are
      Sunlight on a broken column
      There, is a tree swinging
      And voices are
      In the wind's singing
      More distant and more solemn
      Than a fading star.

      Let me be no nearer
      In death's dream kingdom
      Let me also wear
      Such deliberate disguises
      Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
      In a field
      Behaving as the wind behaves
      No nearer –

      Not that final meeting
      In the twilight kingdom

      III

      This is the dead land
      This is cactus land
      Here the stone images
      Are raised, here they receive
      The supplication of a dead man's hand
      Under the twinkle of a fading star.

      Is it like this
      In death's other kingdom
      Waking alone
      At the hour when we are
      Trembling with tenderness
      Lips that would kiss
      Form prayers to broken stone.

      IV

      The eyes are not here
      There are no eyes here
      In this valley of dying stars
      In this hollow valley
      This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

      In this last of meeting places
      We grope together
      And avoid speech
      Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

      Sightless, unless
      The eyes reappear
      As the perpetual star
      Multifoliate rose
      Of death's twilight kingdom
      The hope only
      Of empty men.

      V

      Here we go round the prickly pear
      Prickly pear prickly pear
      Here we go round the prickly pear
      At five o'clock in the morning.

      Between the idea
      And the reality
      Between the motion
      And the act
      Falls the Shadow

      For Thine is the Kingdom

      Between the conception
      And the creation
      Between the emotion
      And the response
      Falls the Shadow

      Life is very long

      Between the desire
      And the spasm
      Between the potency
      And the existence
      Between the essence
      And the descent
      Falls the Shadow
      For Thine is the Kingdom

      For Thine is
      Life is
      For Thine is the

      This is the way the world ends
      This is the way the world ends
      This is the way the world ends
      Not with a bang but a whimper.

      Bob M.
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