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The Boston Evening Transcript

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The readers of the Boston Evening TranscriptSway in the wind like a field of ripe corn. When evening quickens faintly in the street,Wakening the appetites of life in someAnd to…

Hysteria

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As she laughed I was aware of becoming involvedin her laughter and being part of it, until herteeth were only accidental stars with a talentfor squad-drill. I was drawn in…

The Naming Of Cats

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The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,It isn’t just one of your holiday games;You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatterWhen I tell you, a cat…

Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton

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I Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time future,And time future contained in time past.If all time is eternally presentAll time is unredeemable.What might have been is…

The Rum Tum Tugger

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The Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat:If you offer him pheasant he would rather have grouse.If you put him in a house he would much prefer a flat,If you…

Rhapsody On A Windy Night

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Twelve o’clock.Along the reaches of the streetHeld in a lunar synthesis,Whispering lunar incantationsDissolve the floors of memoryAnd all its clear relations,Its divisions and precisions,Every street lamp that I passBeats like…

Cousin Nancy

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Miss Nancy EllicottStrode across the hills and broke them,Rode across the hills and broke them—The barren New England hills—Riding to houndsOver the cow-pasture. Miss Nancy Ellicott smokedAnd danced all the…

Whispers Of Immortality

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Webster was much possessed by deathAnd saw the skull beneath the skin;And breastless creatures under groundLeaned backward with a lipless grin. Daffodil bulbs instead of ballsStared from the sockets of…

A Cooking Egg

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En l’an trentiesme do mon aage    Que toutes mes hontes j’ay beues… Pipit sate upright in her chair     Some distance from where I was sitting;Views of the Oxford Colleges      Lay…

The Waste Land

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‘Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meisvidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent:Sibylla ti theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo.’                 For Ezra Pound                il miglior fabbro I. The Burial…