Literature

  • A Cooking Egg by T.S. Eliot

    A Cooking Egg by T.S. Eliot

    En l’an trentiesme de mon aageQue toutes mes hontes j’ay beues…Pipit sate upright in her chairSome distance from where I…

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  • Aunt Helen by T.S. Eliot

    Aunt Helen by T.S. Eliot

    Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,And lived in a small house near a fashionable squareCared for by servants to…

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  • Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar by T.S. Eliot

    Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar by T.S. Eliot

    Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire—nil nisi divinum stabileest; caetera fumus—the gondola stopped, the oldpalace was there, how charming its grey and pink—goats and monkeys,…

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  • Conversation Galante by T.S. Eliot

    Conversation Galante by T.S. Eliot

    I observe: “Our sentimental friend the moon!Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)It may be Prester John’s balloonOr an old battered lantern…

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  • Cousin Nancy by T.S. Eliot

    Cousin Nancy by T.S. Eliot

    Miss Nancy Ellicott Strode across the hills and broke them,Rode across the hills and broke them—The barren New England hills—Riding…

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  • Gerontion by T.S. Eliot

    Gerontion by T.S. Eliot

    Thou hast nor youth nor ageBut as it were an after dinner sleepDreaming of both.Here I am, an old man…

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  • Hysteria by T.S. Eliot

    Hysteria by T.S. Eliot

    As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in herlaughter and being part of it, until her teeth wereonly…

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  • La Figlia Che Piange by T.S. Eliot

    La Figlia Che Piange by T.S. Eliot

    O quam te memorem Virgo…Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—Lean on a garden urn—Weave, weave the sunlight in…

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  • Le Directeur by T.S. Eliot

    Le Directeur by T.S. Eliot

    Malheur à la malheureuse Tamise!Tamisel Qui coule si pres du Spectateur.Le directeurConservateurDu SpectateurEmpeste la brise.Les actionnairesRéactionnairesDu SpectateurConservateurBras dessus bras dessousFont…

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  • Lune de Miel by T.S. Eliot

    Lune de Miel by T.S. Eliot

    Ils ont vu les Pays-Bas, ils rentrent à Terre Haute;Mais une nuit d’été, les voici à Ravenne,A l’sur le dos…

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