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
world stills
...the still point in a turning world.
world thirds divides
Dante and Shakespeare divide the world between them. There is no third.
dance world flesh
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is.
space self world
It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.
running home world
In a world of fugitives the one who stays home will seem to be running away
believe thinking world
I must tell you that I should really like to think there's something wrong with me- Because, if there isn't, then there's something wrong with the world itself-and that's much more frightening! That would be terrible. So I'd rather believe there is something wrong with me, that could be put right.
men age world
There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.
war men world
War among men defiles this world.
world sensible constant
Our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves, and of our visible, sensible world.
patterns world complicated
As we grow older, the world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated of dead and living.
questions steel surgeon wounded
The wounded surgeon plies the steel / That questions the distempered part.
edge river sea within
The river is within us, the sea is all about us; The sea is the land's edge also
beyond communication dead death fire language speech
And what the dead had no speech for, when living, they can tell you, being dead: the communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
further
And we must think no further of you.