Poems by Thomas Stearns Eliot
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
... After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor&mdash ...
Hysteria
... the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end ...
Whispers of Immortality
... . . Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye ...
La Figlia che Piange
... .. Stand on the highest pavement of the stair&mdash ...
The Waste Land
... Goonight. Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night ...
Aunt Helen
... The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet &mdash ...
The Boston Evening Transcript
... And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript ...
Portrait of a Lady
... And begins. "You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends, ...
Gerontion
... Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors ...
Rhapsody on a Windy Night
... Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay ...
Cousin Nancy
... And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it, ...
Preludes
... clock; And short square fingers stuffing pipes, ...
Sweeney among the Nightingales
... e Rabinovitch Tears at the grapes with murderous paws ...
The Hollow Men
... And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the KingdomBetween the conception ...
The Naming Of Cats
... Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name: ...
