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

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T.S.Elliot: The Hollow Men


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Traditionally, this is more of a song than a poem and a rendition of it can be found below: <iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/AAqg35NiqLA" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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