I |
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We are the hollow
men |
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We are the stuffed
men |
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Leaning together |
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Headpiece
filled with straw. Alas! |
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Our dried voices, when |
5
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We whisper
together |
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Are quiet and meaningless |
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As wind in dry grass |
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Or rats' feet over broken glass |
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In our dry cellar |
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Shape
without form, shade without colour, |
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Paralysed
force, gesture without motion; |
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Those
who have crossed |
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With
direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom |
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Remember
us -
if at all - not as lost |
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Violent souls, but only |
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As the hollow men |
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The stuffed men. |
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II |
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Eyes
I dare not meet in dreams |
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In
death's dream kingdom |
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These
do not appear: |
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There,
the eyes are |
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Sunlight
on a broken
column |
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There,
is a tree
swinging |
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And
voices are |
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In
the wind's singing |
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More
distant and more solemn |
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Than
a fading star. |
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Let me be no nearer |
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In death's dream kingdom |
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Let me also wear |
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Such deliberate
disguises |
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Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves |
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In a field |
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Behaving
as the wind behaves |
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No nearer - |
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Not
that final meeting |
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In
the twilight kingdom |
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III |
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This
is the dead land |
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This
is cactus land |
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Here
the stone images |
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Are
raised, here they receive |
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The
supplication of a dead man's hand |
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Under
the twinkle of a fading star. |
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Is it like this |
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In death's other kingdom |
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Waking
alone |
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At the hour when we are |
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Trembling
with tenderness |
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Lips
that would kiss |
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Form
prayers to broken stone. |
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IV |
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The
eyes are not here |
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There
are no eyes here |
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In
this valley of dying stars |
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In
this hollow valley |
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This broken
jaw of our lost kingdoms |
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In
this last of meeting places |
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We
grope together |
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And
avoid speech |
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Gathered
on this beach of the tumid
river |
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Sightless,
unless |
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The
eyes reappear |
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As
the perpetual star |
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Multifoliate
rose |
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Of death's twilight
kingdom |
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The hope only |
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Of empty men. |
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V |
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Here
we go round the prickly pear |
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Prickly
pear prickly pear |
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Here
we go round the prickly pear |
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At
five o'clock in the morning. |
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Between
the idea |
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And
the reality |
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Between
the motion |
|
And
the act |
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Falls the
Shadow |
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For
Thine is the Kingdom |
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Between the conception |
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And the creation |
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Between the emotion |
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And the response |
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Falls the Shadow |
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Life
is very long |
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Between the desire |
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And the spasm |
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Between
the potency |
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And
the existence |
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Between
the essence |
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And
the descent |
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Falls the Shadow |
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For
Thine is the Kingdom |
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For Thine is |
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Life is |
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For Thine is the |
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This
is the way the world ends |
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This
is the way the world ends |
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This
is the way the world ends |
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Not
with a bang but a whimper. |
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