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Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
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Of lonely men in shirt sleeves, leaning out of windows?
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There will be time
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Do I dare Disturb the universe?
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Asleep... tired... or it malingers
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“Do I dare?” And, “Do I dare?"
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Like a patient etherised upon a table
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I have heard mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me
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I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal footman hold my coat, and snicker
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Should I, after tea and cakes and iced, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
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They will say: “how his hair is growing thin!”... “but how his arms and legs are thin!"
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To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
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No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was I meant to be; Am an attendant lord... the Fool
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In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo
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Time yet for a hundred indecision’s, and for a hundred visions and revisions
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The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window panes
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To lead you to an overwhelming question
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To have squeezed the universe into a ball
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Would it have been worth it... would it have been worth while
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The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase
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With smells of steak in passageways
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Six O’clock
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And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps
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A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps
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The morning comes to consciousness
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Sawdust-trampled street With all it’s muddy feet that press To early coffee-stands
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One thinks of all the hands that are raising dingy shades In a thousand furnished rooms
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The thousand sordid images Of which your soul was constituted
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The light crept up between the shutters And you herd the sparrows in the gutters
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You had such a vision of the street As the street hardly understands
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Clasped the yellow soles of feet In the palms of both soiled hands
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His souls stretched right across the skies That fade behind a city block
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At four and five and six o’clock
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Assured of certain certainties
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Mistah Kurts-he dead A penny for the old guy
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We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men
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Our fried voices when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless
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Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion
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Those who have crossed... Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violet souls but only as the hollow men
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Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In deaths dream kingdom
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Voices are... More distant and more solemn than a fading star.
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In deaths dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises
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Behaving as the wind behaves
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This is the dead land This is cactus land
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The supplication of a dead mans hand Under the twinkle of a fading star
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Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone
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In this last of meeting places We grope together And avoid speech
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Sightless unless The eyes reappear
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Here we go around the prickly pear Prickly pear prickly pear
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Between the motion And the act Falls the shadow
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The conscience fo the blackened street
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The notion of some infinity gentle Infinitely suffering thing
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Old nocturnal smells That cross and cross across her brain ... chestnuts... female smells... cigarettes... cocktail
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Washed out small pox cracks her face, Her hand twists a paper rose... She is alone
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The lamp said “You have the key... Mount. ... Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life.” The last twist of the knife
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Regard the moon, she winks a feeble eye She smiles into corners
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Rust that clings to the firm that the strength has left Hard and curled and ready to snap
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I could see nothing behind that child’s eye
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Eaten smooth and polished As if the world gave up
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The street lamp sputtered... muttered...
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The memory throws up high and dry A crowd of twisted things
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Dissolve the floors of memory And all it’s clear relations
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Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium
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Twelve o’clock... Half-past one... Half-past two
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Held in lunar synthesis Whispering lunar incantations
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For Thine is Life is For Thine is the
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Every street lamp that I pass beats like a fatalistic drum
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This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but with a whimper
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The ways dead and the weather sharp The very dead of winter
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There were times we regretted... the terraces And the silken girls bringing sherbet
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And cities hostile and towns unfriendly
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And the villages dirty and charging high prices A hard time we had of it
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Voices singing in our ears saying That this was all for folly
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Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley... And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow
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Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory
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We’re we led all that way for Birth or Death?
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I hade seen birth and death but had thought they were different
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With an alien people clutching their gods I should be glad of another death
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