The Hollow Men
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...
The Bridge
"you know," he said, "if i had my way i wouldn't let anybody who believed in star signs or the bible or faith healing or anything like that use electric power, or ride in cars and buses and trains and aircraft, or use anything made of plastic. they want to believe the...
Jesus’ Son
Everything down there but the curtain was red. it was like a movie of something that was actually happening. black pimps in fur coats. the women were blank, shining areas with photographs of sad girls floating in them. "i'll just take your money and go upstairs,"...
Speak, Memory
just before falling asleep, i often become aware of a kind of one-sided conversation going on in an adjacent section of my mind, quite independently from the actual trend of my thoughts. it is a neutral, detached anonymous voice, which i catch saying words of no...
The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock
let us go then, you and i, when the evening is spread out against the sky, like a patient etherised upon a table; let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, the muttering retreats of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels, and sawdust restaurants with...