As she laughed I was aware of bec… in her laughter and being part of… teeth were only accidental stars w… for squad-drill. I was drawn in by… inhaled at each momentary recovery…

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden… And lived in a small house near a… Cared for by servants to the numbe… Now when she died there was silenc… And silence at her end of the stre…

Twelve o’clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of memory

“A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long jou… The ways deep and the weather shar… The very dead of winter.”

The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageway… Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps

Apeneck Sweeney spread his knees Letting his arms hang down to laug… The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to maculate giraffe. The circles of the stormy moon

We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas… Our dried voices, when

Here I am, an old man in a dry mo… Being read to by a boy, waiting fo… I was neither at the hot gates Nor fought in the warm rain Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, h…

Webster was much possessed by deat… And saw the skull beneath the skin… And breastless creatures under gro… Leaned backward with a lipless gri… Daffodil bulbs instead of balls