Portrait of a Lady
Portrait of a Lady BY T. S. ELIOT Thou hast committed — Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead.…
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from Observations: Morning at the Window
from Observations: Morning at the Window
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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…
La Figlia che Piange
La Figlia che Piange BY T. S. ELIOT O quam te memorem virgo … Stand on the highest pavement of the stair— Lean on…
Hysteria
Hysteria BY T. S. ELIOT As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were…
Honeymoon, Tr. by Barry Goldensohn
Honeymoon, Tr. by Barry Goldensohn BY T. S. ELIOT
Gerontion
Gerontion BY T. S. ELIOT Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. Here I…
Preludes
Preludes BY T. S. ELIOT I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And…
from Observations: La Figlia che Piange
from Observations: La Figlia che Piange
Cousin Nancy
Cousin Nancy BY T. S. ELIOT Miss Nancy Ellicott Strode across the hills and broke them, Rode across the hills and broke them — The barren…