Poems by T. S. Eliot

O quam te memorem Virgo..
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--...

Webster was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
And breastless creatur...

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agon...

And the trees about me,
Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks
Groan with continual surge...

Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along...

Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar i...

I The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The burnt...

Thou hast committed--
Fornication: but that was in another country
And besides, the wench is d...

To you particularly, and to all the Volscians
Great hurt and mischief. Tired.
Subterrene l...

Look, look, master, here comes two religions
caterpillars. The Jew of Malta.
Polyphilo...

When Mr. Apollinax visited the United States
His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
I thought ...

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the st...

S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria...

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a fashionable square
C...

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her
laughter and being part of it, until he...