The Hippopotamus, by T. S. Eliot
The broad-backed hippopotamus
Rests on his belly in the mud;
Although he seems so firm to us
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Poems by T. S. Eliot
Gerontion, by T. S. Eliot
Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
Dreaming of both.
Here I am...
A Game of Chess, by T. S. Eliot
THE Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held ...
The Fire Sermon, by T. S. Eliot
THE river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The win...
Death by Water, by T. S. Eliot
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
An...
Cousin Nancy, by T. S. Eliot
Miss Nancy Ellicott Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke the...
A Cooking Egg, by T. S. Eliot
En l'an trentiesme de mon aage
Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beucs.. Pipit sate upright in her cha...
Conversation Galante, by T. S. Eliot
I observe: "Our sentimental friend the moon!
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Pres...
The Burial of the Dead, by T. S. Eliot
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire...
The Boston Evening Transcript, by T. S. Eliot
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.
When e...