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
lying vision shadow
Between the vision and the act lies the shadow.
cat wind done
When a Cat adopts you there is nothing to be done about it except to put up with it until the wind changes.
blood literature ink
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
silence enough found
Where shall the word be found, where will the word / Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence.
time please
Hurry up, please, its time.
circles understanding areas
The circle of our understanding is a very restricted area.
nature struggle men
It is not necessarily those lands which are the most fertile or most favored in climate that seem to me the happiest, but those in which a long struggle of adaptation between man and his environment has brought out the best qualities of both.
enough ought knows
It is not enough to understand what we ought to be, unless we know what we are; and we do not understand what we are, unless we know what we ought to be.
suffering fancy gentle
I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.
passion majority humans
The majority of poems one outgrows and outlives, as one outgrows and outlives the majority of human passions.
urban planning traffic
A thousand policemen directing traffic cannot tell you why you come or where you go.
memories spring rain
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
poetry done certain
When a great poet has lived, certain things have been done once for all, and cannot be achieved again.
work poetry trying
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.