tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353534993257616574.post7771271613918048954..comments2023-11-08T02:18:08.990-08:00Comments on "Arafel": "Red Star"Kevin Francishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03056809770895246784noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353534993257616574.post-47028048247908831662015-08-08T09:37:29.256-07:002015-08-08T09:37:29.256-07:00"Mistah Kurtz—he dead.
A penny for the Old G..."Mistah Kurtz—he dead.<br /><br />A penny for the Old Guy<br /><br />I<br />We are the hollow men<br />We are the stuffed men<br />Leaning together<br />Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!<br />Our dried voices, when<br />We whisper together<br />Are quiet and meaningless<br />As wind in dry grass<br />Or rats' feet over broken glass<br />In our dry cellar<br /><br />Shape without form, shade without colour,<br />Paralysed force, gesture without motion;<br /><br />Those who have crossed<br />With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom<br />Remember us—if at all—not as lost<br />Violent souls, but only<br />As the hollow men<br />The stuffed men.<br /><br />II<br />Eyes I dare not meet in dreams<br />In death's dream kingdom<br />These do not appear:<br />There, the eyes are<br />Sunlight on a broken column<br />There, is a tree swinging<br />And voices are<br />In the wind's singing<br />More distant and more solemn<br />Than a fading star.<br /><br />Let me be no nearer<br />In death's dream kingdom<br />Let me also wear<br />Such deliberate disguises<br />Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves<br />In a field<br />Behaving as the wind behaves<br />No nearer—<br /><br />Not that final meeting<br />In the twilight kingdom<br /><br />III<br />This is the dead land<br />This is cactus land<br />Here the stone images<br />Are raised, here they receive<br />The supplication of a dead man's hand<br />Under the twinkle of a fading star.<br /><br />Is it like this<br />In death's other kingdom<br />Waking alone<br />At the hour when we are<br />Trembling with tenderness<br />Lips that would kiss<br />Form prayers to broken stone.<br /><br />IV<br />The eyes are not here<br />There are no eyes here<br />In this valley of dying stars<br />In this hollow valley<br />This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms<br /><br />In this last of meeting places<br />We grope together<br />And avoid speech<br />Gathered on this beach of the tumid river<br /><br />Sightless, unless<br />The eyes reappear<br />As the perpetual star<br />Multifoliate rose<br />Of death's twilight kingdom<br />The hope only<br />Of empty men.<br /><br />V<br />Here we go round the prickly pear<br />Prickly pear prickly pear<br />Here we go round the prickly pear<br />At five o'clock in the morning.<br /><br />Between the idea<br />And the reality<br />Between the motion<br />And the act<br />Falls the Shadow<br />For Thine is the Kingdom<br /><br />Between the conception<br />And the creation<br />Between the emotion<br />And the response<br />Falls the Shadow<br />Life is very long<br /><br />Between the desire<br />And the spasm<br />Between the potency<br />And the existence<br />Between the essence<br />And the descent<br />Falls the Shadow<br />For Thine is the Kingdom<br /><br />For Thine is<br />Life is<br />For Thine is the<br /><br />This is the way the world ends<br />This is the way the world ends<br />This is the way the world ends<br />Not with a bang but a whimper." "The Hollow Men" T.S Eliot Go to: http://www.shmoop.com/hollow-men/poem-text.htmlKevin Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03056809770895246784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353534993257616574.post-77764843783338192402015-07-29T11:31:06.861-07:002015-07-29T11:31:06.861-07:00Eliot of-course said that Keat's; "Beauty...Eliot of-course said that Keat's; "Beauty is truth and truth beauty" was a mistake!Kevin Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03056809770895246784noreply@blogger.com