Pic from All Posters ~
This poem is a cento using lines from T.S.Eliot's Selected Poems
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Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Among the smog and fog of a December afternoon ~
The burnt out ends of smoky days
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I journeyed to London, to the timekept City ~
An old man in a draughty house
His soul stretched tight across the skies
Impatient to assume the world
Under the penitential gates
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Unreal city
The pleasant whining of a mandolin
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In the twilight kingdom
The eyes are not here
And avoid speech
Of empty men
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Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
Teach us to sit still
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We are the hollow men
In death's dream kingdom
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This is the time of tension between dying and birth
Dust in sunlight and memory in corners
Shadow of its own shadows, spectre in its own gloom
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All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance
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2 comments:
You've done a nice job combining different lines of T.S. Elliott's work. It flowed so nicely. And, that end line was so true. Have a nice day.
it reads ever so smoothly... i have enjoyed the patchwork centos i have been doing at patchwork poems every other thursday.. interesting,, the way we restring the words... isn't it??
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