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T O P I C R E V I E WLEXXTS Eliot - The Hollow MenA penny for the Old GuyI.We are the hollow menWe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats' feet over broken glassIn our dry cellarShape without form, shade without colour,Paralysed force, gesture without motion;Those who have crossedWith direct eyes, to death's other KingdomRemember us - if at all - not as lostViolent souls, but onlyAs the hollow menThe stuffed men.II.Eyes I dare not meet in dreamsIn death's dream kingdomThese do not appear:There, the eyes areSunlight on a broken columnThere, is a tree swingingAnd voices areIn the wind's singingMore distant and more solemnThan a fading star.Let me be no nearerIn death's dream kingdomLet me also wearSuch deliberate disguisesRat's coat, crowskin, crossed stavesIn a fieldBehaving as the wind behavesNo nearer -Not that final meetingIn the twilight kingdomIII.This is the dead landThis is cactus landHere the stone imagesAre raised, here they receiveThe supplication of a dead man's handUnder the twinkle of a fading star.Is it like thisIn death's other kingdomWaking aloneAt the hour when we areTrembling with tendernessLips that would kissForm prayers to broken stone.IV.The eyes are not hereThere are no eyes hereIn this valley of dying starsIn this hollow valleyThis broken jaw of our lost kingdomsIn this last of meeting placesWe grope togetherAnd avoid speechGathered on this beach of the tumid riverSightless, unlessThe eyes reappearAs the perpetual starMultifoliate roseOf death's twilight kingdomThe hope onlyOf empty men.V.Here we go round the prickly pearPrickly pear prickly pearHere we go round the prickly pearAt five o'clock in the morning.Between the ideaAnd the realityBetween the motionAnd the actFalls the Shadow For Thine is the KingdomBetween the conceptionAnd the creationBetween the emotionAnd the responseFalls the Shadow Life is very longBetween the desireAnd the spasmBetween the potencyAnd the existenceBetween the essenceAnd the descentFalls the Shadow For Thine is the KingdomFor Thine isLife isFor Thine is theThis is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.------------------Anyone can come into your life and say how much they love you.But it takes someone really special to stay in your life and show you how much they love you.Be with someone who knows what they have when they have you ♥~The present time is theirs, but the future is mine.~Никола Тесла~I remember, therefore I am immortal~LEXX}><}}}(*>~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥~LEXXFire and IceSome say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I've tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.Robert Frost ------------------Anyone can come into your life and say how much they love you.But it takes someone really special to stay in your life and show you how much they love you.Be with someone who knows what they have when they have you ♥~The present time is theirs, but the future is mine.~Никола Тесла~I remember, therefore I am immortal~LEXX}><}}}(*>~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥~LEXXW.B. Yeats - The Second ComingTurning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all conviction, while the worstAre full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at hand;Surely the Second Coming is at hand.The Second Coming! Hardly are those words outWhen a vast image out of Spiritus MundiTroubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desertA shape with lion body and the head of a man,A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,Is moving its slow thighs, while all about itReel shadows of the indignant desert birds.The darkness drops again; but now I knowThat twenty centuries of stony sleepwere vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?1920------------------Anyone can come into your life and say how much they love you.But it takes someone really special to stay in your life and show you how much they love you.Be with someone who knows what they have when they have you ♥~The present time is theirs, but the future is mine.~Никола Тесла~I remember, therefore I am immortal~LEXX}><}}}(*>~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥~LEXX The End of the World by Archibald MacLeish Quite unexpectedly as Vasserot The armless ambidextrian was lighting A match between his great and second toe And Ralph the Lion was engaged in biting The neck of Madame Sossman while the drum Pointed, and Teeny was about to cough In waltz-time swinging Jocko by the thumb — Quite unexpectedly the top blew off. And there, there overhead, there, there, hung over Those thousands of white faces, those dazed eyes, There in the starless dark, the poise, the hover, There with vast wings across the cancelled skies, There in the sudden blackness, the black pall Of nothing, nothing, nothing — nothing at all.------------------Anyone can come into your life and say how much they love you.But it takes someone really special to stay in your life and show you how much they love you.Be with someone who knows what they have when they have you ♥~The present time is theirs, but the future is mine.~Никола Тесла~I remember, therefore I am immortal~LEXX}><}}}(*>~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥~LEXXSong on the End of the World by Czeslaw MiloszOn the day the world endsA bee circles a clover,A Fisherman mends a glimmering net.Happy porpoises jump in the sea,By the rainspout young sparrows are playingAnd the snake is gold-skinned as it it should always be.On the day the world endsWomen walk through fields under their umbrellasA drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,Vegetable peddlers shout in the streetAnd a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,The voice of a violin lasts in the airAnd leads into a starry night.And those who expected lightning and thunderAre disappointed.And those who expected signs and archangels' trumpsDo not believe it is happening now.As long as the sun and the moon are above,As long as the bumblebee visits a roseAs long as rosy infants are bornNo one believes it is happening now.Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet,Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy,Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:No other end of the world there will be,No other end of the world there will be. ------------------Anyone can come into your life and say how much they love you.But it takes someone really special to stay in your life and show you how much they love you.Be with someone who knows what they have when they have you ♥~The present time is theirs, but the future is mine.~Никола Тесла~I remember, therefore I am immortal~LEXX}><}}}(*>~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥~juniperbYeats is a most interesting man! Yeats was a Protestant. He was a member of the Church of Ireland, which is an autonomous province of the Anglican Communion. William Butler Yeats was also a strong believer in astrology, mysticism and the occult. Around 1886 Yeats joined the Theosophical Society; he was later asked to resign. He clearly understood the tapestry weaving religion and mysticism together ------------------Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. ~Rumi~LEXX Lei_KueiYea I like's Yeats, I also like Keats ------------------Proud Member of the Vatican Assassin Warlock Attack Squad!You can't handle my level of Tinfoil! ~ {;,;}EmeraldopalLEXX, your writingis awesome!You sure gave Us some foodfor Thought! ------------------All my love, with all my HeartlotusheartoneTWOW LEXX, thanks for sharing these! I'd never read them before. My kind of poetry! I felt like I was on the edge of my seat, reading each line!Like....'yes? and what next...?'Intense!Especially loved the first, by TS Elliot! was going to quote my favorite parts, but really loved the whole thing.along with the others.Thanks for sharing. LEXXEmeraldopal Those poems are from great poets, not me alas.However thank you nevertheless.I do have some poetry of my own, I will post in one spot once I type it all in.------------------Anyone can come into your life and say how much they love you.But it takes someone really special to stay in your life and show you how much they love you.Be with someone who knows what they have when they have you ♥~The present time is theirs, but the future is mine.~Никола Тесла~I remember, therefore I am immortal~LEXX}><}}}(*>~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥~LEXX quote:Originally posted by Lei_Kuei:Yea I like's Yeats, I also like Keats Glad you liked! ------------------Anyone can come into your life and say how much they love you.But it takes someone really special to stay in your life and show you how much they love you.Be with someone who knows what they have when they have you ♥~The present time is theirs, but the future is mine.~Никола Тесла~I remember, therefore I am immortal~LEXX}><}}}(*>~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥~LEXX quote:Originally posted by T:WOW LEXX, thanks for sharing these! I'd never read them before. My kind of poetry! I felt like I was on the edge of my seat, reading each line!Like....'yes? and what next...?'Intense!Especially loved the first, by TS Elliot! was going to quote my favorite parts, but really loved the whole thing.along with the others.Thanks for sharing. I feel the same! Those are a few of my favorites!Glad you enjoyed them too! ------------------Anyone can come into your life and say how much they love you.But it takes someone really special to stay in your life and show you how much they love you.Be with someone who knows what they have when they have you ♥~The present time is theirs, but the future is mine.~Никола Тесла~I remember, therefore I am immortal~LEXX}><}}}(*>~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥~saronnaVery deep TS Elliot... i remember him as a Christian writer the imagery is very vivid the language is emotive and evokvite of the hollowness or emptiness life is without real love and when old age comes to those hollow men what matters is that love endures.
A penny for the Old Guy
I.
We are the hollow menWe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats' feet over broken glassIn our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossedWith direct eyes, to death's other KingdomRemember us - if at all - not as lostViolent souls, but onlyAs the hollow menThe stuffed men.
II.
Eyes I dare not meet in dreamsIn death's dream kingdomThese do not appear:There, the eyes areSunlight on a broken columnThere, is a tree swingingAnd voices areIn the wind's singingMore distant and more solemnThan a fading star.
Let me be no nearerIn death's dream kingdomLet me also wearSuch deliberate disguisesRat's coat, crowskin, crossed stavesIn a fieldBehaving as the wind behavesNo nearer -
Not that final meetingIn the twilight kingdom
III.
This is the dead landThis is cactus landHere the stone imagesAre raised, here they receiveThe supplication of a dead man's handUnder the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like thisIn death's other kingdomWaking aloneAt the hour when we areTrembling with tendernessLips that would kissForm prayers to broken stone.
IV.
The eyes are not hereThere are no eyes hereIn this valley of dying starsIn this hollow valleyThis broken jaw of our lost kingdomsIn this last of meeting placesWe grope togetherAnd avoid speechGathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unlessThe eyes reappearAs the perpetual starMultifoliate roseOf death's twilight kingdomThe hope onlyOf empty men.
V.
Here we go round the prickly pearPrickly pear prickly pearHere we go round the prickly pearAt five o'clock in the morning.Between the ideaAnd the realityBetween the motionAnd the actFalls the Shadow For Thine is the KingdomBetween the conceptionAnd the creationBetween the emotionAnd the responseFalls the Shadow Life is very longBetween the desireAnd the spasmBetween the potencyAnd the existenceBetween the essenceAnd the descentFalls the Shadow For Thine is the KingdomFor Thine isLife isFor Thine is the
This is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.
------------------Anyone can come into your life and say how much they love you.But it takes someone really special to stay in your life and show you how much they love you.Be with someone who knows what they have when they have you ♥~The present time is theirs, but the future is mine.~Никола Тесла~I remember, therefore I am immortal~LEXX}><}}}(*>~♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥~
Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I've tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.
Robert Frost
Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all conviction, while the worstAre full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at hand;Surely the Second Coming is at hand.The Second Coming! Hardly are those words outWhen a vast image out of Spiritus MundiTroubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desertA shape with lion body and the head of a man,A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,Is moving its slow thighs, while all about itReel shadows of the indignant desert birds.The darkness drops again; but now I knowThat twenty centuries of stony sleepwere vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
1920
Quite unexpectedly as Vasserot The armless ambidextrian was lighting A match between his great and second toe And Ralph the Lion was engaged in biting The neck of Madame Sossman while the drum Pointed, and Teeny was about to cough In waltz-time swinging Jocko by the thumb — Quite unexpectedly the top blew off.
And there, there overhead, there, there, hung over Those thousands of white faces, those dazed eyes, There in the starless dark, the poise, the hover, There with vast wings across the cancelled skies, There in the sudden blackness, the black pall Of nothing, nothing, nothing — nothing at all.
by Czeslaw Milosz
On the day the world endsA bee circles a clover,A Fisherman mends a glimmering net.Happy porpoises jump in the sea,By the rainspout young sparrows are playingAnd the snake is gold-skinned as it it should always be.
On the day the world endsWomen walk through fields under their umbrellasA drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,Vegetable peddlers shout in the streetAnd a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,The voice of a violin lasts in the airAnd leads into a starry night.
And those who expected lightning and thunderAre disappointed.And those who expected signs and archangels' trumpsDo not believe it is happening now.As long as the sun and the moon are above,As long as the bumblebee visits a roseAs long as rosy infants are bornNo one believes it is happening now.
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet,Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy,Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:No other end of the world there will be,No other end of the world there will be.
Yeats was a Protestant. He was a member of the Church of Ireland, which is an autonomous province of the Anglican Communion.
William Butler Yeats was also a strong believer in astrology, mysticism and the occult. Around 1886 Yeats joined the Theosophical Society; he was later asked to resign.
He clearly understood the tapestry weaving religion and mysticism together
------------------Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. ~Rumi~
------------------Proud Member of the Vatican Assassin Warlock Attack Squad!
You can't handle my level of Tinfoil! ~ {;,;}
You sure gave Us some foodfor Thought!
------------------All my love, with all my Heartlotusheartone
I'd never read them before. My kind of poetry! I felt like I was on the edge of my seat, reading each line!Like....'yes? and what next...?'
Intense!
Especially loved the first, by TS Elliot!
was going to quote my favorite parts, but really loved the whole thing.
along with the others.
Thanks for sharing.
quote:Originally posted by Lei_Kuei:Yea I like's Yeats, I also like Keats
quote:Originally posted by T:WOW LEXX, thanks for sharing these! I'd never read them before. My kind of poetry! I felt like I was on the edge of my seat, reading each line!Like....'yes? and what next...?'Intense!Especially loved the first, by TS Elliot! was going to quote my favorite parts, but really loved the whole thing.along with the others.Thanks for sharing.
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