T. S. Eliot
T. S. Eliot
Thomas Stearns Eliot OMwas an American-born British essayist, publisher, playwright, literary and social critic and "one of the twentieth century's major poets". He moved to England in 1914 at age 25, settling, working and marrying there. He was eventually naturalised as a British subject in 1927 at age 39, renouncing his American citizenship...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth26 September 1888
CountryUnited States of America
ideas mind fine
He had a mind so fine that no idea could violate it
coffee hours sunlight
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
space self world
It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.
mean odds giving
You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends, And how, how rare and strange it is, to find In a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends, (For indeed I do not love it ... you knew? you are not blind! How keen you are!) To find a friend who has these qualities, Who has, and gives Those qualities upon which friendship lives. How much it means that I say this to you- Without these friendships-life, what cauchemar!
holiday cat thinking
The naming of cats is a difficult matter. It isn't just one of your holiday games. You may think at first I'm mad as a hatter. When I tell you a cat must have three different names...
clever dare universe
Do I dare disturb the universe?
sky evening sawdust
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky
dark space vacant
O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant
reading winter night
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
peace thinking grandchildren
Think not forever of yourselves, O Chiefs, nor of your own generation. Think of continuing generations of our families, think of our grandchildren and of those yet unborn, whose faces are coming from beneath the ground.
talking sawdust rooms
In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo.
girl heart eye
You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer.
garden hair pavement
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
people evil done
Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.