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This topsy-turvy world ( Read more... )

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

I feel used by these
Recurrent dreams, my
Extended youthfulness
I know it’s all made
To end in fury
I’ve colonized my soul
For the whisperings
The hearts in need

The less you try, the
Less time goes by
The more you feel, the
More you’ll never die
And I’m left afraid
Of the inevitable
The undesired

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

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

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.