Thou hast nor youth nor ageBut as it were an after dinner sleepDreaming of both.Here I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.I was neither at the hot gatesNor fought in the warm rainNor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass, Bitten by flies, fought.My house is a decayed house, And the jew squats on the window sill, the owner, Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp, Blistered in Brussels, patched and peeled in London.The goat coughs at night in the field overhead;Rocks, moss, stonecrop, iron, merds.The woman keeps the kitchen, makes tea, Sneezes at evening, poking the peevish gutter.I an old man, A dull head among windy spaces.Signs are taken for wonders. "We would see a sign" The word within a word, unable to speak a word, Swaddled with darkness. In the juvescence of the yearCame Christ the tigerIn depraved May, dogwood and chestnut, flowering Judas, To be eaten, to be divided, to be drunkAmong whispers; by Mr. SilveroWith caressing hands, at LimogesWho walked all night in the next room;By Hakagawa, bowing among the Titians;By Madame de Tornquist, in the dark roomShifting the candles; Fraulein von KulpWho turned in the hall, one hand on the door. Vacant shuttlesWeave the wind. I have no ghosts, An old man in a draughty house
- ISBN:
- 9781794277434
- 9781794277434
- Category:
- Stationery items
- Format:
- Paperback
- Publication Date:
- 17-01-2019
- Publisher:
- Independently Published
- Pages:
- 60
- Dimensions (mm):
- 229x152x4mm
- Weight:
- 0.1kg
Click 'Notify Me' to get an email alert when this item becomes available
Great!
Click on Save to My Library / Lists
Click on Save to My Library / Lists
Select the List you'd like to categorise as, or add your own
Here you can mark if you have read this book, reading it or want to read
Awesome! You added your first item into your Library
Great! The fun begins.
Click on My Library / My Lists and I will take you there
Click on My Library / My Lists and I will take you there
Reviews
Be the first to review Selected Poems of T. S. Eliot.
Share This Book: