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Morning At The Window

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They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,And along the trampled edges of the streetI am aware of the damp souls of housemaidsSprouting despondently at area gates. The brown waves…

Mr. Apollinax

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When Mr. Apollinax visited the United StatesHis laughter tinkled among the teacups.I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure among the birch-trees,And of Priapus in the shrubberyGaping at the lady in…

Old Deuteronomy

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Old Deuteronomy’s lived a long time;He’s a Cat who has lived many lives in succession.He was famous in proverb and famous in rhymeA long while before Queen Victoria’s accession.Old Deuteronomy’s…

Macavity: The Mystery Cat

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Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw—For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:For when they reach…

The Hippopotamus

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Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut     mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum     Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros     autem, ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem     Apostolorum. Sine his Ecclesia non vocatur;…

Mr. Eliot’s Sunday Morning Service

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Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars.                                                The Jew of Malta. PolyphiloprogenitiveThe sapient sutlers of the LordDrift across the window-panes.In the beginning was the Word. In the beginning was the…

Ash Wednesday

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I Because I do not hope to turn againBecause I do not hopeBecause I do not hope to turnDesiring this man’s gift and that man’s scopeI no longer strive to…

Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding

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I Midwinter spring is its own seasonSempiternal though sodden towards sundown,Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,The brief sun flames the…

Aunt Helen

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Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,And lived in a small house near a fashionable squareCared for by servants to the number of four.Now when she died there was silence…

Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages

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(The Dry Salvages—presumably les trois sauvages      — is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E.      coast of Cape Ann, Massachusetts. Salvages is pronounced      to rhyme with assuages. Groaner: a…