T.S. Eliot (1888–1965).  The Waste Land.  1922. I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering          5 Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the […]

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Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep. Dreaming of both. Biography (Quoted from the official Nobel Prize Website) Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965) was born in St. Louis, Missouri, of an old New England family. He was educated at Harvard and did graduate work in philosophy at the Sorbonne, […]

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THE HOLLOW MEN (1927) 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. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rat’s feet over broken glass In our […]

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