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The Hollow Men

The Hollow Men

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The Hollow Men
T. S. Eliot
The Hollow Men
T. S. Eliot

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Published by: YngvarG on Dec 14, 2010
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The Hollow Men
T. S. Eliot 
Mistah Kurtz²he dead.
 
penny for the Old Guy 
 
I
 We are the hollow menWe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats¶ feet over broken glassIn our dry cellarShape without form, shade without colour,Paralysed force, gesture without motion;Those who have crossedWith direct eyes, to death¶s other KingdomRemember us²if at all²not as lostViolent souls, but onlyAs the hollow menThe stuffed men.
II
 Eyes I dare not meet in dreamsIn death¶s dream kingdomThese do not appear:There, the eyes areSunlight on a broken columnThere, is a tree swingingAnd voices areIn the wind¶s singingMore distant and more solemnThan a fading star.Let me be no nearerIn death¶s dream kingdomLet me also wearSuch deliberate disguisesRat¶s coat, crowskin, crossed stavesIn a fieldBehaving as the wind behavesNo nearer² Not that final meetingIn the twilight kingdom
III
 This is the dead landThis is cactus land
 
Here the stone imagesAre raised, here they receiveThe supplication of a dead man¶s handUnder the twinkle of a fading star.Is it like thisIn death¶s other kingdomWaking aloneAt the hour when we areTrembling with tendernessLips that would kissForm prayers to broken stone.
IV 
 The eyes are not hereThere are no eyes hereIn this valley of dying starsIn this hollow valleyThis broken jaw of our lost kingdomsIn this last of meeting placesWe grope togetherAnd avoid speechGathered on this beach of the tumid riverSightless, unlessThe eyes reappearAs the perpetual starMultifoliate roseOf death¶s twilight kingdomThe hope onlyOf empty men.
 V 
 
ere we go round the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear 
ere we go round the prickly pear 
t five o¶clock in the morning.
 Between the ideaAnd the realityBetween the motionAnd the actFalls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
 Between the conceptionAnd the creationBetween the emotionAnd the responseFalls the Shadow
Life is very long 
 Between the desireAnd the spasmBetween the potencyAnd the existenceBetween the essenceAnd the descent

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