The Song Of The Jellicles By T. S. Eliot

The Song Of The Jellicles By T. S. Eliot              Jellicle Cats come out to-night             Jellicle Cats come one come all:             The Jellicle Moon is shining bright—             Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball. Jellicle Cats are black and white,Jellicle Cats are rather small;Jellicle Cats are merry and bright,And pleasant to hear when they caterwaul.Jellicle Cats have cheerful faces,Jellicle Cats […]

Ash-Wednesday By T. S. Eliot

Ash-Wednesday By T. S. Eliot 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 strive towards such things(Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)Why should I mournThe vanished power of the usual reign? […]

Preludes By T. S. Eliot

Preludes By T. S. Eliot The winter evening settles downWith smell of steaks in passageways.Six o’clock.The burnt-out ends of smoky days.And now a gusty shower wrapsThe grimy scrapsOf withered leaves about your feetAnd newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beatOn broken blinds and chimney-pots,And at the corner of the streetA lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. […]

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock By T. S. Eliot

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock By T. S. Eliot Let us go then, you and I,When the evening is spread out against the skyLike a patient etherized upon a table;Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,The muttering retreatsOf restless nights in one-night cheap hotelsAnd sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:Streets that follow like a tedious […]

Macavity, The Mystery Cat By T. S. Eliot

Macavity, The Mystery Cat By T. S. Eliot 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 scene of crime—Macavity’s not there! Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,He’s broken every human law, […]

The Hollow Men By T. S. Eliot

The Hollow Men By T. S. Eliot Mistah Kurtz-he dead            A penny for the Old Guy                         I     We are the hollow men    We are the stuffed men    Leaning together    Headpiece filled with straw. […]

The Waste Land By T. S. Eliot

The Waste Land By T. S. Eliot For Ezra Poundil miglior fabbro.   I. The Burial of the Dead April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull roots with spring rain.Winter kept us warm, coveringEarth in forgetful snow, feedingA little life with dried tubers.Summer surprised us, coming over […]

The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock By T. S. Eliot

The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock By T. S. Eliot S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse     A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,     Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.     Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo     Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,     Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. Let us go then, you and I,When the evening is spread out […]