DORIS: Here's the two of spades. DUSTY: The two of spades! THAT'S THE COFFIN!! DORIS: THAT'S THE COFFIN? Oh good heavens what'll I do? Just before a party too! — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
Here the crow starves, here the patient stag Breeds for the rifle. — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
Pollicle dogs and cats all must Jellicle cats and dogs all must Like undertakers, come to dust. Here a little dog I pause Heaving… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
There are those who would build the Temple, And those who prefer that theTemple should not be built. In the days of Nehemiah the… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
What life have you if you have not life together? There is no life that is not in community, — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
“April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
Beneath the trees there is no ease For the dull brain, the sharp desires And the quick eyes of Woolly Bear. There is no… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
Macavity, Macavity, there's noone like Macavity, He's broken every human law,he breaks the law of gravity. — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
A rat crept softly through the vegetation Dragging its slimy belly on the bank While I was fishing in the dullcanal On a winter… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
The tiger in the tiger-pit Is not more irritable than I. The whipping tail is not morestill Than when I smell the enemy Writhing… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
“At the first turning of the second stair I turned and saw below The same shape twisted on the banister Under the vapour in… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
DORIS: Here's the two of spades. DUSTY: The two of spades! THAT'S THE COFFIN!! DORIS: THAT'S THE COFFIN? Oh good heavens what'll I do?… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
While the True Church can never fail For it is based upon a rock. — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
She turns and looks a moment in the glass, Hardly aware of her departed lover; Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass: Well… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
